The Orchard of Almost

[Intro: plucked strings, vinyl hiss]
(ripe-ripe, fall-fall)

[Verse 1: bouncing melodic flow]
I've got sweet fruit hanging from my tree
More than enough for a life of plenty
But beyond the fence, another orchard grows
With a thousand flavors that I'll never know
(never know, never know)

[Pre-Chorus: climbing thirds]
Every branch I never climbed
Keeps growing somewhere in my mind

[Chorus: lush melodic harmonies]
Oh, the orchard of almost
The sweetest things I'll never taste
I fill my hands with everything
And still I mourn what goes to waste
(ah-ah, falling down!)
Every fruit I leave behind
Keeps ripening inside my mind

[Drop: chopped falsetto, syncopated 808]
(pick-pick, miss-miss)
(bmm-tss-ka, ooh-ah!)

[Bridge: aching vocal duet]
(You've got enough) I know, I know
(Then let them go) I can't let go
The sweetest harvest still can sting
When autumn takes the other things

[Outro: soft descending melody]
I love the fruit upon my tongue
And grieve the ones forever young.