Jacob, he loved Rachel; Rachel, she loved him,
And Leah was just there for dramatic effect,
Well, it’s right there in the Bible, so it must not be a sin…but it sure does seem like an awful dirty trick,
And her sky is just a petal pressed in the book of a memory of the time he thought he loved her, and they kissed,
And her friends say, “He’s a devil,”
She says, “No, he is a dream,”
This is the world as best as I can remember it.
Jacob got two women and a whole house full of kids, and he schemed his way back to the promised land,
And he finds it’s one thing to win them; it’s another to keep them content when he knows that he is only just one man,
And his sky’s an empty bottle, and when he’s drunk the ocean dry he sails off three sheets to some reckless wind,
And his friends say, “Ain’t it awful?”
He says, “No, I think it’s fine,”
And this is the world as best as I can remember it.
Rachel’s weeping for the children that she thought she could not bear,
And she bears a sorrow that she cannot hide,
She wishes she was with them, but she looks and they’re not there,
Seems that love comes for just a moment and then it passes on by.
And her sky is just a bandit swinging from the end of a hangman’s noose,
‘Cause he stole the moon and must be made to pay for it,
Her friends say, “My, that’s tragic,”
She says, “Especially for the moon,”
This is the world as best as I can remember it,
This is the world as best as I can remember it,
This is the world as best as I can remember it.
