Old Sweater

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