Coat Pocket from Winter by Kurt Gunn

Your love I'd like to steal away and tuck it in my coat
And save it for a summers day where it could be my own
Those precious things you say you're not, I promise that you are
For every time you look my way I see their every part

These words are just some things I say, that's all they'll ever be
But if they cross your mind someday and make you think of me
If only for a little while, that little piece I'll keep
And bring it with me everywhere tucked in my coat so deep

And once again I'll find you here amongst crumpled up receipts
while deep inside an Autumn rain that's washing down my eaves
I guess it's just this time of year, it always seems to be
That's when I'm finding random things tucked in my coat so deep
That's when I'm finding random things I once thought I should keep

• Americana
• Folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• De Pere