You threw me out of your Eden
Now I'm on gardening leave
Just days before Christmas Eve
And now my act is disappearing
But I like it better out here
There's less apple, less steak
Turns out I like to play it by ear
You cussed me out in the wilderness, baby
You said it was some kind of test
I was tired of your lip and your scripture
Done with your salesmanship
Maybe you're losing your grip
So throw what you like at me, mister
Perhaps I am meant to resist
And my policy is to lie back
You said it was some kind of test
So thanks for the old golden handshake
I cast off these golden handcuffs
Open your eyes up to love
You cussed me out in the wilderness, baby
You said it was some kind of test
The wilderness years are my best
No one can stay in the Garden of Eden
and go far away from the Garden of Eden
the apple and Eve, and the snake,
4.7
