Paradise woke up, he toked up
He and his girl, they broke up
Not a thought but to drive
Find those friends he couldn’t find
Somewhere in Denver
They were thinking, drinking
Calling him friend to his face
And I found a place
At that table with the lady
Who was so fed up with freedom
And cars that wouldn’t go
Wouldn’t you know
I met that girl
Once in Lincoln, Nebraska
And Paradise was there
But I didn’t care
I wanted to be still
And his words made me dizzy
I had to sit, I had to fit
I had to talk with the lady
And Paradise
He never looked back, he sat
On the tail of a pick-up
Holding his hat
On his way, I suppose
To Denver
© 2001 Paul Christian Glenn