What happened to my righteous anger, once it drove me to the streets: I was pounding out injustice in bare feet
I guess it faded

Like old denim jeans that are loose on my hips
Some things fit better with age
Now I wear my skin so easily
It’s not that I’m jaded: I don’t mind I’m a little bit
Faded, faded

What happened to my bold ideals, like Freedom with a capital F? Did they die the proverbial death?
Or are they just faded?

What happened to my 15-minutes? My shot at the big time? Our schemes and grand designs?
They all faded

Like old denim jeans that are loose on my hips
Some things fit better with age
Now I wear my skin so easily
It’s not that I’m jaded: I don’t mind I’m a little bit
Faded, faded

I may have lost something but look at all I’ve found
I tumbled from the sky, I landed on the ground
Here am I planted like the old oak tree
Waving my arms, so joyously...
Yes, I’m happy now, I am so happy now
Yes, I’m happy now, I am happy!

Like old denim jeans that are loose on my hips
Some things fit better with age
Now I wear my skin so easily
It’s not that I’m jaded: I don’t mind I’m a little bit (I really don’t mind)
It’s not that I’m jaded: I don’t mind I’m a little bit (I really don’t mind)
It’s not that I’m jaded: I don’t mind I’m a little bit (I really don’t mind)
Faded, faded