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 smilin'
They spoke about the red man's way,
And how they loved the land
And 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
And 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 way
And give them 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"
Brought the white man's burden down
Brought the white man's 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.

We satifsy 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 someplace paradise
Kiss it goodbye.