[Intro – gentle fingerpicked guitar, ambient keys like a passing breeze] [Male Voice – quietly] Tape cuts clean, boxes stack tight, Echoes in rooms we once filled with light. Bubble wrap crinkles with each goodbye, We pack up dreams but don't ask why. [Female Voice – steady, warm] Foreclosed sign out by the lawn, But I’ve still got these hands, you’ve still got that charm. Certificates, tools, my laptop too— Human capital is what gets us through. [Chorus – both voices] This isn’t just a dip or fall— It’s the shift in the shape of it all. Long-run supply’s not what it was, But we’re still standing because… We learn, we stretch, we grow again, In new directions we can’t yet name. The output’s different, but love’s intact— Even if the jobs don’t come back. [Bridge – rising strings under harmony] [Male Voice] You learned design, I fix HVAC. [Female Voice] We’re more than stats on a Fed graph. [Both] Structural change took all we had— But couldn’t take the will we packed. [Final Chorus – quieter, resilient] Not everything gets bubble-wrapped, Some dreams burst, and some come back. We carry our skills and start again, Somewhere with less—but maybe more within. We shift our curve, we move ahead— A little scared, a little led. The long run bends but doesn't snap, And love still holds through bubble wrap.
