Guess that was its genesis
The place where the whole thing began.
You took a bite of the apple
Then things kind of got out of hand.
Back then we only had good times
We’d do pretty much as we chose
But you wanted a slice of the apple
And that was the start of our woes.
Up to then it had all been so perfect
Those good times are hard to forget
But the glorious vision of Eden
Is obscured now by tears of regret.
I dream of a day we’ll get back there
And things will be perfect again
Meanwhile there’s just toil and hardship
And all of our troubles remain.