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 that you said

Quesadilla made with cheese and a rock band who were Japanese



So for once n my life I saw what I wanted and took a biite

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 Bahmitzvah

Like a lead balloon

And whose to say what really happened in that room each day

I was looking for a bride

You were looking for a groom



So for once in your life you saw what you wanted and 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 earn our day

Yeah

But we cannot go home

So we cry and we sing

Yeah

I remember everything



How 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

And it was ripe

And it was ripe

And it was ripe