Its always complicated
I don't think too much about it
Its not wise to never think at all
Its my job to be a dreamer
I dream my life away
Pickin guitar and starin at the wall
Staring at the wall
Whats left of a pencil
A little bit if paper
Too much coffee, whiskey, wine and beer
No matter how i slice it up
Philosophise amuse
I keep finding out its paradise right here
Paradise right here
Cause this is where my friends are
And the music has a heart
Bigger than the Gulf of Mexico
We don't talk too much about it
But I feel like I'm a part
Of something bigger way down in my soul
Way down in my soul
It's the song and not the singer
Singers come and go
Older now and I can see things clear
I've been from Perth to Paris
And most points in between
I'm telling you it's paradise right here
Paradise right here
Right here by the warm inviting water
Right now with your bare feet in the sand
Right here share it with your sons and daughters
Paradise in the palm of your hand
Paradise in the palm of your hand
Now if I had a nickel
For every sleepless night
I'd be rich, but not a better man
Might just make me lazy
It might make me regret
All that quality time working on my tan
Working on my motel tan
Do you love as much as I do
Melodies and words
Guitar crying out your joys and fears
God know I've lived it
Glad to be alive
And I'm thankful for this paradise right here
Paradise right here
Right here by the warm inviting water
Right now with your bare feet in the sand
Right here share it with your sons and daughters
Paradise in the palm of your hand
Paradise in the palm of your hand
Paradise in the palm of your hand