[Verse 1] Every branch is showing off With a sugar-polished crown One red promise, one gold answer Every choice can let me down I hold out my empty basket While the afternoon turns blue All the fruit is saying, “Pick me” I can’t pick one thing from you [Pre-Chorus] Sweet as summer, ripe as sin I reach out, then pull my hand back in [Chorus] Pick one, pick one—my feet won’t move Sweet on the left and sweet on the right, got nothing to prove Pick one, pick one—the branches sway I’m starving in the orchard while the best fruit slips away Oh, bite the peach, bite the plum I count them all till the day is done Pick one, pick one—what can I do? The whole wide garden tastes like you [Verse 2] There’s a pear with perfect manners There’s a cherry dressed to kill There’s a melon doing speeches From the top of Orchard Hill I make lists beneath the branches Rank the fragrance, weigh the shine By the time I crown a winner They’ve all ripened past their prime [Pre-Chorus] Sweet as summer, ripe as sin I reach out, then pull my hand back in [Chorus] Pick one, pick one—my feet won’t move Sweet on the left and sweet on the right, got nothing to prove Pick one, pick one—the branches sway I’m starving in the orchard while the best fruit slips away Oh, bite the peach, bite the plum I count them all till the day is done Pick one, pick one—what can I do? The whole wide garden tastes like you [Bridge] The gardener shrugs, “They’re all divine.” I ask for a sign; he points at the vine. I take one breath, let one choice be true— A little imperfect, and finally chewed. [Final Chorus] Pick one, pick one—now my feet move Sweet on the left and sweet on the right, I’ve got nothing to prove Pick one, pick one—the branches sway I take one bite and taste the day Oh, bite the peach, bite the plum No more counting till the day is done Pick one, pick one—now I know: The sweetest fruit is the one I chose
