when i was 14 or 15,
had a coat that i loved like no other–
loved to wear it in cold cold weather
with my hands down deep in the pockets.
i liked who i was when i wore it,
and it liked being worn by me, i could tell it.
mama say, time for a new one,
and finally she buy me a new one
but i woulden let her pitch the old one that i loved.
sometimes, when i was 17, 18,
and was feeling lonely or sad, i would put it on
and go out walking in the cold cold weather.
it didn’t fit no more, but i loved it,
and i loved who i was when i wore it
til it wore right out, and now
i don’t know what to do
or who i am