Wallet

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 nineteen fifty-three 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 laid 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 pockets 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'll be so happy When they call you up --- Wallet - Regina Spektor