Blue Glass Denim

(mmm-mmm) Faded blue denim on the edge of the seat

Dust on your boots from the gravel street

You look my way and the world slows down

Best thing to happen to this sleepy town

Oh, those blue eyes and jeans

Simplest things I've ever seen

You don't need the gold or the silver screen

Just those blue eyes and worn-out jeans (oh-oh-oh)

Leaving the porch light burning low

Radio playing something soft and slow

You lean your head back,

laughing free

No place on earth I'd rather be

Oh, those blue eyes and jeans

Simplest things I've ever seen

You don't need the gold or the silver screen

Just those blue eyes and worn-out jeans

Blue eyes and jeans...

(just you and me)