This was a lovely place people say, a perfect place Whatever it is, he needs it now whatever the poor man sets his heart on Those songs we sang so well what we lost and how we fell Whatever it is, he needs it now whatever the poor man sets his heart on I'm no Adam, you're no Eve don't look back and never grieve a wasted seed, a broken reed it's what the poor man sets his heart on AND SO WE LEARN THERE'S NO RETURN ONLY JOURNEYS TO DEPART ON SALT AND DUST, OIL AND RUST IT'S STILL THE ONLY GARDEN. We never left the garden