Blue Jeans - mandala

I was staring at the view, a gaze I’d never seen before

It was nearly half past two, hotel rooftop in New York

She was wearing blue jeans

We were chasing our dreams

And I’m hitting the road now

I don’t wanna slow down

All those nights when we were wasted

Who would have thought it may be true?

Its close enough where I can taste it

It boils down to me and you

It all comes down to me and you

We were young, naive and unsure, nothing ever felt so real

I was breathing in the moment, pulling on an empty reel

I was wearing blue jeans

We were chasing our dreams

And I’m hitting the road now

I don’t wanna slow down

And all those nights when we were wasted (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Who would have thought it may be true?

(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

It’s close enough where I can taste it (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

It all comes down to me and you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

It all comes down to me and you

It all comes down to me and you

I can’t tell if I’m sinking into something ever so lightly

Or if treading became a defense mechanism

But I think that we’re stronger than we think we are when we float around the

thought of being worth something more than a little bit of engagement

And if you set aside the strength, the love, the loss, the hope,

and the learning

I am loving really loosely, and really freely

Because if we’re fighting, then at least we’re caring

And maybe I’m stronger than I think I am

And maybe we’re stronger than we think we are