The Last Resort

She came from Providence The 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

They spoke about the red man's way And how they loved the land

They came from everywhere To the Great Divide

Seeking a place to stand 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 called 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

To light their neon's way And give 'em things to do

Some rich men came and raped the land Nobody caught 'em

Put up a bunch of ugly boxes And Jesus, people bought 'em

And they called 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 man's burden down

They brought the white man's reign

Who will provide the Grand Design ? What is yours and what is mine ?

There is no more new frontier We have got to make it here

We satisfy our endless needs, And justify our bloody deeds,

In the name of Destiny And in the name of God

And you can see them there On Sunday morning

Stand up and sing about What it's like up there

They call it Paradise I don't know why

You call some place Paradise Kiss it good-bye.