There's a hole where he used to be
We were meant to be solid
A puff of smoke, a mystery
Everything left but his wallet
Wallet
Wallet
Wallet
The suffragettes turn in their graves
He thought that life was a Holiday
So I'm supposed to be grateful?
He left behind his wallet
Wallet
Wallet
Did I owe him more of myself?
My heart, my soul, my body, rob it
Did I not have a voice?
Just because he used his wallet
Wallet
Wallet
Wallet
Wallet
The phone calls stopped he disappeared
I thought we were solid
No husband, no father, how I feared...
Everything left but his wallet
Wallet
Wallet
Wallet
Wallet
Am I supposed to say thank you now?
That he paid his way out
No husband, no father, how I feared...
Everything left but his wallet
That wallet that carried children
On it's big strong daddy shoulders
It's not right to just leave behind
Everything left but your wallet
Wallet
That wallet sang bedtime stories
It kissed me goodnight
That wallet bought him out
Of doing what was right