The Last Resort

She came from Providence, one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang, heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams, like a refugee Just as her father came, across the sea. She heard about a place, people were smiling Spoke about the red man's way, how they loved the land They came from everywhere, to the Great Divide Seeking a place to stay, or a place to hide. Down in the crowded bars, out for a good time Can't wait to tell you all, what it's like up there They call it Paradise, I don't know why Somebody laid the mountains low, while the town got high. Then the chilly winds blew down, across the desert Through the canyons of the coast, to the Malibu Where the pretty people play, hungry for power Too light their neon ways, give 'em things to do Some rich man came and raped the land, Nobody caught him Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus people bought 'em They call it paradise, the place to be They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea You can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina Just like the missionaries did, so many years ago They even brought a neon sign, Jesus is coming They brought the white mans burden down Brought the white mans reign Who will provide the grand design..what is yours and what is mine Cause there is no more new frontier, We have got to make it here, To satisfy our endless needs And justify our bloody deeds In the name of destiny, In the name of God And you can see them there, on a Sunday morning Stand up and sing about, what it's like up there They call it Paradise, I don't know why Call some place Paradise, Kiss it goodbye --- The Last Resort - Stereophonics