my favorite jeans are loosing their knees
worked away slowly with comfort and ease
a constant companion through think and through thin
i've worn them for ages these jeans are my friend
a reminder of people and places i've known
these jeans have a history a life of their own
as the colors fade steady with each passing day
the past move farther and farther away

i'd throw these old tattered blue jeans away
if i thought that would free me from you
but my mind's been a slave to the memories we made
so i wait as they fade away too

there's holes in my favorite jeans pockets
everything that i put there falls through
all the change i could spend on phone calls and candy
ends up on the street before noon
it's not that i don't think about
maybe sewing my pockets up soon
but forgetting what needs to be done is so easy
when all i can think of is you

i'd throw these old tattered blue jeans away
if i thought that would free me from you
but my mind's been a slave to the memories we made
so i wait as they fade away too

my favorite jeans are dying
with them dies all that they knew
in knowing forgetting could be all that simple
and i might meet somebody new
yeah i might meet somebody new