You take your coat off
sit down, mixed regrets
of watching her walk away
and those faded, blue jean eyes
Those eyes, those eyes
they tear into you
like nothing else ever could
Think of every mistake
you've ever made
with those eyes, you would
Well, the people are jaded
down that old quiet street
you go there, clear you head
of those faded, blue jean eyes
But the sale signs are faded
down that old quiet street
and all the windows sellin' you
those treacherous blue jeans
And why must they remind you...
Of those eyes, those eyes
they tear into you
like nothing else ever could
Think of every mistake
you've ever made
with those eyes, you would
And no one has to remind you
you see her every day
in those faded-sale-sign windows
bucause you can't stay away
From those eyes, those eyes
they tore into you
like nothing else ever did
Thought of every mistake
you ever made
and made one last one...
She had those faded blue jean eyes
that you drove away
she is gone
