New Eden Blues (X-mas Trees)

December on my bed
It's raining on my street
Words and shells on my shelf
Can't get this sentence straight

I met this fella yesterday
He seemed to know just everything
Looked like white Jesus in a suit
He tried to tell me what to do
He tried to tell me what to do

Son, he said to me
In a voice like old money
You need to find a better place

Why do you sell these Christmas trees?
Why do you sell these Christmas trees?
Why do you sell these Christmas?

So go
I don't know
What you mean

There's no new Eden for me
No Eden for me
No

He turned his nose down
He spat at my feet
He turned and walked away
To a green Mercedes

Then that old fella turned again
He came and walked back to me
Sir, I thought you were so smart,

How'd you forget your Christmas tree?
How'd you forget your Christmas tree?
How'd you forget your Christmas?

So go
I don't know
What you mean

There's no new Eden for me
No Eden for me
No

Then we exchanged a few words
Words about god
And what he thought I ought to know
Choice words, big voice words
Expletives, sexist misrepresentatives
Then he seemed to just give up the ghost
And he left me standing there
With that poor unsold Fraser fir
And my lost soul
Just standing
Singing

December once again
Still raining on my street
Words and shells on my shelf
I got this sentence straight

Then that old fella drove away
He left without his Christmas tree

Pedantic
Atlantic

He left without his Christmas tree
He left without his Christmas tree
He left without his Christmas

So go
I don't know
What you mean

No new Eden for me
No Eden for me
Don't know why I need one
Man