The jacket that's hung from the hook by the door
Has been reaching out like never before
It's sad, it felt empty and missed being worn
But it no longer waits for a trip to the store
It thought you were the
One, two, three, four
Your jacket, it told me to tell you goodbye
It said it's not sure it ever fit you right
You never fixed it from when it got torn
I can't say that I blame it for being insecure
It went with everything you wore
Now it's the jacket hung from the hook by the door
Ever since you've been gone
I've had the urge to put it on
But it'd know that something's wrong
Your jacket, it went on sale today
Haven't decided how much they will pay
Maybe they're right, I should give it away
But just look at its arms, how they're begging to stay
Lately, it's looking more alive
Yeah I'd say it's worth much more than
Five, six, seven, eight
Passing boxes on the lawn
There's a place where it belongs
Someone else is trying it on
Your jacket is no longer hung by the door
It comes out at night and sometimes on tour
It sees that I'm drinking and asks for a pour
Yeah we'll be just fine, yeah, me and your
Jacket, hope you're staying warm
We thought you were the
One, two, three, four
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