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?