The Rib

[Verse 1] What will I think of to fall asleep when it all begins to wilt? Will I feel my hips on the mattress bed, tuck my chin under the quilt? What will I think of in window glass when I pass it on the street? When I exceed expiration dates, will there still be more to see? [Chorus] In the shade of Eden, is that all I am? Cut from the rib of a biblical man Fruit for the birds, seeds for the soil And when I turn forty, is that all I'll be? Branches you trim from the evergreen tree Mulch for the rake, prize for the loyal Does that do it for ya? [Verse 2] Ladies posed in old photographs with their Mona Lisa smiles If you hooked them up to a polygraph, bet their pulse was running wild They hold it in with a corset string and the ribbons in their hair Sometimes I feel them unraveling, though I know there's nothing there [Chorus] In the shade of Eden, is that all I am? Cut from the rib of a biblical man Fruit for the birds, seeds for the soil And when I turn sixty, is that all I'll be? Branches you trim from the evergreen tree Mulch for the rake, prize for the loyal [Bridge] What if I'm high like falling snow? Supple like the rocks I used to throw? I could be a blight for all you know Relish in cutting the stems of their throats [Chorus] In the shade of Eden, is that all I am? Cut from the rib of a biblical man Fruit for the birds, seeds for the soil And when I turn eighty, is that all I'll be? Branches you trim from the evergreen tree Mulch for the rake, prize for the loyal Does that do it for ya?