Echoed Canvas

[Verse 1]
The dusty racks whispered, a cold arctic sigh,
Then this old wool found me, beneath a lonely sky.
It settled on my shoulders, familiar as a dream,
A quiet, weathered promise, a forgotten stream.

[Chorus]
Oh, this jacket, it holds stories, frost-kissed and untold,
A hidden warmth it offers, braver than the cold.

[Verse 2]
Smells of old diesel, salt-air in the seams,
A hum beneath the fabric, like forgotten dreams.
Maybe ghosts still linger, quiet as the snow,
But on these windswept pathways, with it, I can go.

[Bridge]
Let the aurora shimmer, or the polar night descend,
This second skin, my canvas, a loyal, spectral friend.
No ice crack can shatter, this strange, resilient peace,
A small, warm thaw unfolding, offering release.

[Outro]
The hum stays with me, under layers of snow,
And down this silent highway, I know where to go.