OLD BLUE JEANS It is a sunny day but it's raining in my mind. A lot of thoughts but none can help me to move on. I think I'm stuck. And I feel like those old blue jeans you stashed in a brown box. I feel like those kids pyjamas that you don't use anymore. And there's a lot of things I wish that I could do, Like finding love again to make my dreams come true. But then I'm stuck. And I feel like those old blue jeans you stashed in a brown box. And I feel like a loser watching how Lady Luck just closed the door. It's how I feel. Time to move on, but there's a rope wants to stretch my neck. It's how I feel, dead an' alive. I wanna run an' leave things behind. Uooo! I wanna find a road that maybe has no end. Drive like a million miles and find a place to fit in. But then I'm stuck. And I feel like those old blue jeans you stashed in a brown box. And I feel like a flower trying to Grow up on the dark side of the moon. Sometimes I feel like there's a Big Bang in my head. And I start to write a song that surely makes no sense. But then I'm stuck. And I feel like those old blue jeans you stashed in a brown box. And I feel like a ghost that should Have found the light long time ago. It's how I feel. Time to move on, but there's a rope wants to stretch my neck. It's how I feel, dead an' alive I wanna run an' leave things behind. Uoooo!