Paradise Ain't Home

Josie sits by the fire escape window and she

Looks out on her american dream

Weekend boys are working on their cars and the

Streets are smelling of gasoline

Josie tries to write her momma letters and she

Thinks about her man back home

Sends some money back when she can manage and she

Calls once a month from a neighbors phone

And she got

Pretty empty pockets, yeah

And she got

Pretty, empty hands

And she thinks of all the things

She wants to say to him

And she hopes he understands

If this is paradise

Then paradise aint home

If I have to walk away

Then I'll walk away alone

No use living in paradise

When the lights are on and paradise aint home

Josie watches the kids play in the hydrant and she

Smells the cooking from the floors below

Traffic never, ever stops talking and there aint

Nothing to do, no place to go

And she got

A black and white t.v. Don't work

And she got

Laundry on the line

And this three room space still feels out of place

Like she's sleepwalking all the time

If this is paradise

Then paradise aint home

If I have to walk away

Then I'll walk away alone

No use living in paradise

When the lights are on and paradise aint home

Josie hears them fighting on the corner

They've been drinking since friday, noon

3 A.m. And it's too hot for sleeping

Sunday morning is coming soon

And she got

A hard earned case of homesick, yeah

And she got

A bargain with the lord

And she hopes she'll be forgiven

For giving up

But she knows she can't hold on much more

If this is paradise

Then paradise aint home

If I have to walk away

Then I'll walk away alone

It’s hard to cross the river wide

When you're sinking like a stone

If this is paradise

Then paradise

Paradise aint home