There's a tote in her hand Recyclable plastics and cotton, political slogan From places that she never went And she can't understand How the one simple pleasures of community markets Just leave her lonely and spent There's no chance the voice in her heart will be quiet Fall colors and burnt memories they just riot She's asking for more white peaches And one thing's for sure she's reaching For a taste of a love in her lifetime She threw away Dinner for one and the pumpkins and heirloom tomatoes are poor company for a heart that is facing the frost She's coming undone as the fiddlers and children look quickly away from the woman who clearly has lost But the nectar holds promise of peace from the crying A taste of relief as the summer is dying She's asking for more white peaches and one things for sure she's reaching For the taste of a love in her lifetime She threw away She's asking for more white peaches and just like before she's reaching Praying they'll hold her and love her and tell her he'll stay A Saturday like any other day A night alone With the tea kettle on And the music plays loud A Bakersfield heartbreak from Jerry Garcia As the girls at the coffee cart dance And the melody's proud With the shock and the pears and golden delicious that offer a chance But the boy with the honeycomb seems to be staring So she wipes off the tears and nostalgia she's wearing She's asking for more white peaches and one things for sure she's reaching For the taste of a love in her lifetime She threw away Just like before white peaches She's back at his door, she's weeping She begs him to hold her and love her and tell her he'll stay She's asking for more white peaches and one things for sure she's reaching For the taste of a love in her lifetime She threw away It's high time she knows white peaches and god only knows she's keeping The beat of his heart and the promise That maybe he'll stay The beat of his heart and the promise That this time he'll stay