Fruita (feat. Erin McKeown)

Got back to the garden

Wasn't quite the same

For one, it had me in it

They let me back in to sing

Finally got my pardon

It came with a command

You gotta use your hands

Love the mutilated land til Spring

Eden's a museum now

Like everything we named

All the Rennaissances waned

Nobody's gonna learn a thing

Fruita for the failures

Fruita for the framed

God's green Earth'll open just the same

Fruita for the weak-willed

Fruita for the weird

We ain't harmin' nobody out here

This country never claimed us

Its poets or its states

For one, they're afraid of us

We remind them of death, it waits

We shan't be ever parted

Wherever we should range

Out here we're hardly strange

Lover, don't you change a thing

Eden's a museum now

Of all the ground we've lost

We who couldn't count the cost

Not one of us has learned a thing

Fruita on the Piedmont

Fruita on the plain

God's green hands'll work ya just the same

Fruita from the discourse

Fruita from the square

Every I's an island way out there

Every I's an island way out there

Every I's an island way out there

Got back to the garden

Wasn't quite the same

For one it had you in it

They finally let you in to sing