Paradise

Climbing in line for the last ride to Paradise, Bleach-blond curls tango with wild highway winds, In a hurry to get Nowhere, on the borders of Paradise. Climb in line, come along for the ride, Nowhere’s the place to be. Climbing in line for the last ride to Paradise, Hippie clothes and her mother’s parties, The perfect girl, a wonderful child, In the middle of the drugs, the sex, the violence, And she already knows she’s headed for Nowhere. Climbing in line for the last ride to Paradise, Shiny red shirts and raver clothes, Where he’s going nobody knows, He hopes to find peace, he hopes to find rest, In Paradise, right next to Nowhere. Climbing in line for the last ride to Paradise, Short brown hair and jock muscles, an Abercrombie cultist, With all the benefits of being the best. He’ll get bored eventually, maybe take a ride, Find himself in a hand basket straight to Nowhere. TOM