Providence, RI

Providence is mine And IÂ'm going back to Rhode Island Where no one can find me And I will be high The spirit's still alive You can hear them in the night IÂ'll make a fire With the wood from my pile All of my troubles wonÂ't matter to me Stillness of my cabin Nothing much could happen But I still feel strange Cause I noticed I changed What will you do With all of the hours And the ones after that When youÂ're alone with your power All of my troubles wonÂ't matter to me Night after night We pretend itÂ's all right Turning our back to the wall Day after day ItÂ's always the same I canÂ't decide which is worse One night I got lost In the wilderness of God I could see the hotel I was cold and distraught But I took a trip To forget my plight Highway's a river Cuts through the night I know itÂ's hard But we canÂ't be scared The mess that they left us Can still be repaired Crying for peace And killing for Jesus I donÂ't watch the news Cause history repeats itself All of my troubles wonÂ't matter to me