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.