Possesion

It hangs on the hook by the door

Frayed at the edges and worn to the core

Faded black with a silver zip

Each scar a story, each tear a trip

It's more than fabric, more than thread

It carries the weight of words unsaid

Through the storms and through the sun, it's been my shield out in the field

Oh, my jacket, my second skin

A vessel for the roads I've been

The cuff still smells like autumn air

When the wind was wild and life was fair

The left-hand pocket hides a tear

From nights I clung to dreams out there

A lighter, a coin, a folded map

Echoes of moments I can't get back

Through crowded streets, through skies of gray

You've wrapped me up, chased thrills away

Oh, my jacket, my second skin

A vessel for the roads I've been

A pocket holds the past I keep

And the secrets are whispered, when I sleep

Oh, my jacket, oh my second skin

A vessel for the roads I've been

A pocket holds the past I keep

And the secrets are whispered, when I sleep