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