Fits well but I think size down. I walked through the door with youThe air was coldBut something about it felt like home somehowAnd I, left my scarf there at your sister's houseAnd you've still got it in your drawer even nowOh, your sweet dispositionAnd my wide-eyed gazeWe're singing in the car, getting lost upstateAutumn leaves falling down like pieces into placeAnd I can picture it after all these days