Green Sweater

Green sweater knit.
Worn until there's holes in it.
Things remind me of it often.
A woman told me a little something.
I stopped listening to her words.
(Lick)
I sell the goods and I
Spit regurgitated phrases.
The apples are red
And the cabbage is green.
Green sweater knit.
I miss the man who had worn it
I think about the man who'd shorn it.
From lamb to sheep to distant memory.
A piece of clothing to
Something savoury.
I look and smell city
I come from the country.
I miss the feelings I once had.
Now I ain't feel good
And I ain't feel bad.
(Lick)
Green sweater knit.
I do recall the way it fit.
Guitar strings and shades of purple.
Milk left out so long it did curdle.
Two eyes of blue and mine of grey.
I got many things to feel
But not much to say
I am oh so tired but
With now where to lay.
(Lick)
Do you even remember me at all?
I am but a figure of the past I fear.
Music hard to play but easy to hear
I keep love far away and nostalgia near.
I been asked how I am doing
All the time.
I never speak truth
I always say fine.
I know how to look but
I don't know how to be.
I got nowhere to go but places to see.
(Lick)
Green sweater knit.
Worn until there's holes in it.
Longing for another time.
I want every moment 'except
the ones that're mine
Clothes that I have not seen in a while.
Shoes that been worn
for every walked mile.
Smell of gin that leaks out my smile.
Ambition to start but
No clue how to quit.
Green sweater knit.