Jacket
glass-glittered sidewalks and children drawin in vain
chalk images was away in the rain
now i only write where i know my words may stain
but oh to be so young and free again
you don't fit in my jacket, don't stretch it over your arms
you don't fit, there's somewhere else you belong
i remember the wings of fireflies in the dark
oh the sound of the merry-go-round in the park
peelin off the bark from every sycamore tree
i was like you and you were exactly like me, julia
but you don't fit in my jacket, don't stretch it over your arms
you don't fit there's somewhere else you belong
i never-minded the ocean, i could change the whole world
how does a person like me grow up to be a little girl?
you moved far away, you never said one word
sad things have happened, but that's the worst i ever heard
now i'd never mind a letter or two from you
i write with black ink, your pen is always blue
you don't fit in my jacket, so don't stretch it over your arms
you don't fit there's somewhere else you belong
you don't fit in my jacket, don't stretch it over your arms
you'll never fit, there's somewhere else you belong