The Sweater

Well, I thought that it got left behind, somewhere along the way

With the ball caps and the playing cards, from your younger days

But I found it in a cardboard box, labelled stuff to go

The sweater that you wore, white and black and gold

Shipped out from the east coast, where our roots run deep

Stitched for you to grow into, it came down to your feet

And despite all of my caution, you were gonna wear it proud

Tattered edges show every tiny toddler tumble down

And every season has to change, every bird is bound to find its wings

And the days might seem to crawl by, but the years just fly

To think it ever fit you, looks too small to believe

Your own man now with little ones, with their own hopes and dreams

And I hope you don’t make my mistake, never slowin’ down

Precious things and memories are all that I’ve got now

And every season has to change, every bird is bound to find its wings

And the days might seem to crawl by, but the years just fly

They just fly

They just fly

They just fly

Found it in a cardboard box, labelled stuff to go