In Jeans
Tommy Boys
Ice skating in jeans
It's tearing holes at your knee
The flask I brought is at fault,
But you don't even know this
So why have I been hollowed out?
And why's it like this every weekend?
We walk similar lanes but never at the same time
First to commit to a nose dive
I guess I had no right to be surrendering to gravity
It has half the pull you've had on me,
But you've got nothing to say
Not complaining
So why have I been hollowed out?
And why's it like this every weekend?
You're caught up in degrees,
And making other plans, and that's fine
I'm tearing out whatever stitches that you've thread
'Cause you hand me pieces,
But I want it all instead
So climb back on that cloud
There's no lightning now, on that cloud
You'll tie your knots 'round me
But I won't unwind them
You'll play your tapes in me,
But I won't rewind