Текст песни Fruita - Erin McKeown , Steve Slagg

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