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 for 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.