Find yourself washed up in paradise.

I've been wandering, East of Eden; I've lost, cold and lonesome as a sparrow in the rain. Find myself tumbling to a sinking feeling; someone said I'd done gone wrong, couldn't feel no shame. I'll be leaving town on the very next train; come with me little boy but I won't be coming back again now; It ain't nobody's business if I do. There's a slow train rumbling East of a place called Eden; feeling windblown and proud as the trees upon the plain. Stranger's voice talked to me of liberty and freedom; says she done all wrong again, and wears a hat like shame. Well, he tasted the fruit of another, and when his Margie, when she discovered, said she's gonna love him ten times more. Ain't nobody's business if she do; eh, What did he say to her? Said: 'Some men born rich, some men born poor, but they're rich in other ways', and into my heart this wisdom poured. It's no good crumbling, make tracks to live; well, I laid my love down in the light; you should've seen all the things my shadow did. The filth and the fury, the fear and the pain; it's all disappearing now.