The Jacket Still Smells of Rain

Lyrics

You laid it round my shoulders at the bus shelter door
Said, keep it till the weather turns, I'll want it back once more
The sleeves came past my fingertips, the collar touched my chin
And the rain kept on its drumming while I hid my smile within

I meant to bring it Monday
Then Monday slipped away

The jacket still smells of rain
And a little of your street
Of cedar and of coffee and the way we used to meet
I fold it, then I hold it, then I hang it on the chair
The jacket still smells of rain
And it feels like you are there

There's a ticket in the pocket from a film we never saw
A button hanging loosely by a single silver thread
I could sew it, I could post it, I could knock upon your door
But I stand here in the lamplight with the things you never said

I meant to bring it Sunday
Then Sunday slipped away

The jacket still smells of rain
And a little of your street
Of cedar and of coffee and the way we used to meet
I fold it, then I hold it, then I hang it on the chair
The jacket still smells of rain
And it feels like you are there

Maybe a loan is a promise
Maybe a promise is a key
Maybe I kept it so long
So you would come for me

Tonight I'll walk it over through the soft and falling grey
I'll ring the bell and hand it back and find the words to say
And if you ask me in to dry, I'll tell you what I know

The jacket still smells of rain
And a little of your street
I carried it to find you, and my heart has found its feet
It's folded in my arms now, and I'm standing at your stair
The jacket still smells of rain
And I'm glad that you are there

The jacket still smells of rain
Soft and falling rain