[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?
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