One road in, the same road out
And a lot of things the people here have learned to live without
The sign says Eden, hard to believe
And the irony in that name isn't lost on me
An old phone booth on the corner, nothing left but broken glass
I just need to find a place to get some caffeine and some gas
Windmills on the mountain bringing power down below
But I can't even see what else is here under seven feet of snow
Streets of empty buildings, cleverly disguised
I wonder is this their idea of paradise
Here in Eden
Cassie works the general store she was born here in '95
And she tells me she'll be damned if this where she's gonna die
Her whole life story comes in casual conversation
Eleven hundred people in this town and she knows every one
Nothing here to hold on to that's easy for her to say
She's seen California in a photograph but it's a million miles away
Living all her life here has put her to the test
'Cause when everybody knows your name they just assume the rest
Streets of empty buildings, a face with empty eyes
It's clear that this ain't her idea of paradise
Here in Eden
Back out on this two lane road just as quickly as I came
If I'd have blinked I might've missed this town
And never caught the name
Cassie stands and waits, moves her hair off of her face
I've got some place to be maybe she'll get to hers someday
Streets of empty buildings seen through a stranger's eyes
This damn sure ain't a postcard for paradise
Here in Eden
