The father an absurdist
Is making a price list
To sell the children he can't bear
And whimpering beside him
An empty head that spread thin
Everything he needs
That helps to make him care
Where was this family flown?
Have all the children grown?
Their defenses found no way to embrace them

It's just paradise
Rollin' out before my eyes
Can't ya hear the church bells
Ringin' in the meadow way up high?

And the things that you say to me honey
They just are so damn funny
When you turn out the light at night
Cut the old world loose
And leave it far below
And lie together there wild and free
Knee deep in the pastures of plenty

Well there's a point upon this tale
My eyesight just won't fail
While looking for a place with more than four walls
You see the point is not to win
The ceiling might fall in
And then you sit wringin' your hands sayin'... Now what?

It's just paradise
Rollin' out before my eyes
Can't ya hear the church bells
Ringin' in the meadow way up high?

It's just paradise
Rollin' out before my eyes
Can't ya hear the church bells
Ringin' in the meadow way up high?

And the things that you say to me honey
They're just so goddamn funny
When you hit that light at night
And sometimes here I sit
The waitress must have split
And I can't seem to get myself a refill