The Last Resort

Eagles

Composição de: Don Henley/Glenn Frey
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.
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