Ripe

The moon sheds light across the end of the bed

You made me wait but now i'm touching your leg

And i remember all the little things you said

"quesadillas, made with cheese" and "a rock band who were japanese."

And for once in my life, i saw what i wanted and took a bite

I picked the fruit from the tree and it was ripe

Your love got big, your jokes got worse each afternoon

Like bacon at a barmitzvah, like a lead balloon

And who's to say what really happened in that room each day?

I was looking for a bride, you were looking for a groom

And for once in your life, you saw what you wanted and you took a bite

You picked the fruit from the tree and it was ripe

And all you people are the heroes i've known

We're staring off the edge into the unknown

We are not there yet but we cannot go home

So we cry, and we sing

Yeah, i remember everything

And for once in our lives, we saw what we wanted and took a bite

We picked the fruit from the tree

And it was ripe