Track 4 of the EP Radio Low, Dishes Drying · 2018
Your Jacket Still Smells of Rain
by Wren Hallett
“I lent somebody my jacket under a bridge in the rain, and I still think about how it felt when they handed it back.”
acoustic · warm acoustic · romantic folk · 3:17
Lyrics
You put your jacket round my arms Beneath the shelter of the bridge The rain came down in silver lines And you said, keep it, I'll be fine It's hanging on my kitchen door Beside the keys, beside the shawl I've washed it once and still it keeps The smell of rain, the smell of fall Your jacket still smells of rain Of a Tuesday and a puddled street I wear it when I'm lonely And it makes the evening sweet I meant to give it back to you I meant to, once or twice But a jacket's just a small way Of keeping someone nice The sleeves are long, they cover hands That I keep curled around my tea There's a button hanging by a thread That I keep sewing back for me There's a ticket in the pocket And a mint, half out of its wrap A little map of where you've been Folded up in my lap Your jacket still smells of rain Of a Tuesday and a puddled street I wear it when I'm lonely And it makes the evening sweet I meant to give it back to you I meant to, once or twice But a jacket's just a small way Of keeping someone nice Maybe I will bring it round Maybe knock and say hello Maybe you will say, oh keep it Maybe you will not let go The porch light on the landing The kettle on the stove It's only just a jacket But it's close to something more Your jacket still smells of rain Of a Tuesday and a puddled street I'll wear it up your garden path And knock with muddy feet I meant to give it back to you And now I think I might But I'll hold it just a moment more In the soft and falling light Smells of rain Smells of rain