Faded jeans
Nearly white
Ripped up and tattered
From falling of your bike
From climbing trees
And scraping your knees
Worn out jeans
Are still my favorite
That childlike sense of wonder
A feeling like no other out there
'Cus im right here
With you my dear
We'll sit and trip together
And get back up again
And get back up again
We cut the tree
And threw out the jeans
Sold your bike for cigarettes
'Cus we grew up
Never thought that we would
When we broke up
You left for good
You moved away
To escape all the stress
Traded those old jeans
For a brand new dress
That childlike sense of wonder
A feeling like no other out there
But you're not here
With me my dear
We tripped and fell together
And got back up again
And got back up again
That childlike sense of wonder
A feeling like no other out there
But you're not here
With me my dear
We tripped and fell together
And got back up again
And got back up again
Got back up again