Pick One, Pick One

[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