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 mans way, the howling of 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 tide got high.

Then the chilly winds blew down, across the desert

Through the canyons out the coast, to the Malibu

Where the pretty people play, hunting for power

Too like them in your ways, give 'em things to do

Some rich man came and wrecked the land

Nobody caught him

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 Ohio

Just like the missionaries did, so many years ago

But even down in the outside, Jesus is coming

He bought the white mans burden down

He bought the white mans ring

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, satisfy your endless needs

And justify your bloody deeds

In the name of destiney, 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