Denim blue the color of what's breaking In the morning two fine people are waking They think they need a change Cause they can't seem to break through Their both stuck in the same old... Denim blue is faded like the sky Tears came falling The colors all ran dry Now they both feel alone You know sometimes we all do When we're stuck in the same old denim blue And i believe The hours between Waking up and growing old Should be spent with Crazy days And things you'd never change And in the end your story will be told Like a dancer dancing in her room She turned her back on a dream before she took a bow She walks over to the window And waves down at the avenue She thinks she's like to go and find herself... A banker who knows what's in his pockets He can reach in and always have something to hold They may be tearing at the fringes May need to loosen a stitch or two But he feels good in the same old denim blue Denim blue the color of what's breaking In the morning two fine people are waking Some things you can't change But you can change your point of view They feel good in the same old denim blue Oh yeah denim blue