Old Sweater
Antonio De Giovanni
High and bright
Like a sun
You were my nova
On the run
And I floated
In your wake
Midnight
To daybreak
When the winter chill
Froze you to the bone
You could always find
Your way back home
To your little
Shelter from the storm
And if you were feeling roughed up
By the weather
You could always wear
Your old sweater
It was lying there
The whole time
Miles, trials
Slips and setbacks
How I wish
We could wind back
The clock
Back
To those days
Before you got
On that stupid plane
But when the winter chill
Freezes you to the bone
You can always find
Your way back home
To our little
Shelter from the storm
And if you're feeling roughed up
By the weather
You can always wear
Your old sweater
It's been waiting here
All this time