Monday morning Rain is falling She's calling Trying to make up for something she did With deep sighs Guys fly by And try and take her off of my hands Well, Lady Denim Those words I meant went in and out your other ear So, I'm driving home Way too young for self-confliction Was it love or infatuation? Between the guys, and the lies, and the times that I spent trying to rekindle us You're still my home Cause the longer I stay You spoil your demeanor But the farther I stray Your grass gets greener So, Lady Denim Close your eyes Find yourself Instead of other guys