I’ve been searching for paradise
Hoping to find somewhere to live peacefully
Away from the world’s trouble and strife

I thought I found it in the Australian Outback
With Indigenous friends watching my back
Discovered bush tucker, a world without cars
And sleeping under a canvas of a million stars

But I’m a restless kind of man
Without a compass or plans
An inner voice said: ‘This way of life is nice
But is this my chosen paradise?’

I found peace high on a mountain
Where monks showed me kindness and love
A humble existence to nourish the soul
Cleansing my body, making me whole

But I’m a restless kind of man
Without a compass, or plans
An inner voice said: ‘This way of life is nice
But is this my chosen paradise?’

I thought I found paradise in a Fijian shack
An idyllic life, there seemed no turning back
But, one day I was struck down
Choking, and gasping for air
With no chance of a doctor being there

I’d have died on that quaint cafe floor
But luckily a caring old man came through the door
He knew what to do, how to save my life

So, when people say ‘Have you found paradise?’
I’m happy to provide this free advice:
No matter the life we make
Paradise is every breath we take
Paradise is being alive
Yes, Paradise is being alive.