Songwriters: Spektor, Regina;    I found a wallet, I found a wallet  Inside were pictures of your small family  You were so young, your hair dark brown  You had been born in 1953    Your winter birthday was stamped on the plastic  Of a license so recently expired  I was so tired as I walked through my door  I let all the contents of your wallet on the floor    And like a holy relic or a mystery novel  I thumbed them in the dim light  Searching for a clue, a Blockbuster card  An old stick of Juicy Fruit  A crumpled receipt from a pair of leather boots    I have no wallet, I have no wallet  I keep my cards together with a blue rubber band  And with a free hand I search in my pocket  For pieces of, pieces of paper and change    I'll take your wallet to my local blockbuster  They'll find your number in their computer  You'll never know me, I'll never know you  But you will be so happy when they call you up              © SOVIET KITSCH MUSIC;    these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta