Paradise - Jon Bryant

Walked out with no answers

Nobody callin' me

I feel I’m on the outskirts

Of California dreams

I’m asking every question

But no one seems to know why

I’ll tell you all my secrets

I know you listen when you ask me if I mean it

Nobody cares enough but finally you see it

And now you wanna know why, wanna know why

Well, I don’t wanna take the road of another

But I don’t wanna be the last to arrive

I just wanna hold the hand of another

Like I’m living in my own paradise

One foot on the border

The vultures wait on every crux and every corner

I shook the hands of fate to step out of the order

Don’t throw me back in the line

Days turn into seasons

I’m tryin' to change the pace

And give you all the reasons

This path is worth the pain

I know we’ll finally see it

And maybe then you’ll know why

Then you’ll know why

Well, I don’t wanna take the road of another

But I don’t wanna be the last to arrive

I just wanna hold the hand of another

Like I’m living in my own paradise

I can see it fill the horizon

Technicolor dreams coming to life

Well, I don’t wanna take the road of another

But I don’t wanna be the last to arrive

I just wanna hold the hand of another

Like I’m living in my own paradise

I don’t wanna take the road of another

But I don’t wanna be the last to arrive

I just wanna hold the hand of another

Like I’m living in my own paradise

(My own paradise)