Last Resort - Glen Frey, Don Henley

    She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island
    Where the old world shadows hand 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 the name of God

    And you can see them there on Sunday morning
    They stand up and sing about what its like up there
    They call it paradise - I dont know why
    You call some place paradise and kiss it goodbye

    Marco Giunco
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