She come 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 ways
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
They called it Paradise
I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
While the town got high

And then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
Through the canyons of the coast
To the narrow groove
Where the pretty people played
Hungry for power