Full Pockets Gone

Bought a round for every stranger, bought the bigger note.
Signed my name on papers that I never read too close.
Woke up with the bank calling,
"Nothing left but what I owe." Full pockets gone,
And I'm standing at her door.
She kept the porch light burning,
But she won't keep it anymore.
I counted every dollar like a reason to come home.
Now the money's in my hand, and the house is cold and alone.
Tell me what a man is worth when the ledger's read out loud.
Tell me what he sold to buy the ticket to the crowd.