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?