Matchbook - Ian Moss

Once I knew a younger man

Travelling alone

He had nothin' in his pocket but a matchbook, baby

All the world was older then

With money spare to burn

There was nothin' in his pocket but a matchbook

Now he’s gone, gone, gone

Lookin' out my window now

Depression has returned

Beggerman, thief is the new look baby

With a pocketful of nothin' but a matchbook

Yeah things roll on and on

The King is on the radio

Singin' «Don't be Cruel»

The girls down on the corner makin' money after school

Your hear them say that love’s okay

But when the passion dies

You got nothin' in your pocket but a matchbook, baby

Fool, fool, fool

I needed more than daily bread

And midnight robbery

The empty heart of a hot look ain’t no mystery

I don’t know what lies ahead

But you’ve been good to me

You’ve been colouring in my sketchbook

And I’m fine, fine, fine

I had nothin' in my pocket but a matchbook

Now you’re mine, mine, mine