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