Songs, Video Recording

Song: Pink Envelope

Pink Envelope

The envelope wasn’t pink — but that’s how I remember it in my head.

Almost just a touch of sweetness in it … but let’s call it dark.

Lyrics

I got the bank's pink envelope hand-delivered to my door.
The mail-lady said I had to sign so they'd know I knew the score.
Ninety-one days I had to pay or they'd come back for the keys.
I mumbled thanks as I turned away to hide the quiver in my knees.
But how do I hide that bright pink envelope?

The checking was empty and the cards were maxed and the cupboard was looking bare.
But Target was carrying groceries and I had a little credit there.
At the checkout line, I glanced behind, 'cause I felt I was on display.
I held my breath till my card went through and I could make my getaway.
But what do I do with that bright pink envelope?

You can't hide when you've been tied to to the end of your rope
you can't fill a wallet with nothing more than hope
you won't get free by crying
or begging for more slack
you've got to climb one dollar at a time
until you reach the black

At my daughter's birthday party I was a smiling man.
Fancy gift-bags for all the kids, yeah, I had it all in hand.
I strolled up to my brother when my wife looked the other way.
"We're doing fine, but would you mind, to lend me a couple k?"
'Cause I can't stand that bright pink envelope.

You can't hide when you've been tied to to the end of your rope
you can't fill a wallet with nothing more than hope
you won't get free by crying
or begging for more slack
you've got to climb one dollar at a time
until you reach the black

With early mornings and sleepless nights I got back on the ball.
In seven years, the record clears, like it never happened at all.
But each time I see the lady from the post approach my door
my heart drops out for a beat or two till I learn what she's knocking for.
'Cause what if it's another bright pink envelope?

You can't hide when you've been tied to to the end of your rope
you can't fill a wallet with nothing more than hope
you won't get free by crying
or begging for more slack
you've got to climb one dollar at a time
until you reach the black

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