The Card Lyrics

He gives you the card and

You put it in your pocket

Where it remains for

Days upon days

Hoping for courage

To dial the number

Listed at the bottom

Of the tattered business card

Two weeks go by

You forget about the card

But then you finally notice it

Just collecting dust

Somehow you get the nerve

To dial her up

She answers the phone

With a gasp and surprise

Whoever could guess

The future would be defined

By a card stashed in a pocket

Almost forgotten and set aside

You make a plan with her

To meet later in the week

Coffee at Big Boys

Just down the street

He gave you that card

With your future in your pocket

Its up to you

To make your choice

He gave you the card and

You put it in your pocket

Where it remained for

Days upon days

He gave you the card and

You put it in your pocket

He gave you the card and

You put it in your pocket