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