Providence

(Do you think the end of the world is coming?) The preacher man says it's the end of time He says that America's rivers are going dry The interest is up, the stock market's down You guys got to be careful walking around here this late at night (Spare change? Spare change?) This—no, we don't ma'am, I'm sorry This, this, this is the perfect place to get jumped (But do you think the end of the world is coming?) No; so says the preacher man, but I don't go by what he says (Indeed) Deliver us from the gathering storm Unworthy though we are Leave us living safe and warm And sheltered in your arms Fallen out of grace are we? Sinless never more to be Deliver us from the gathering storm Unworthy though we are Deliver us from the shadows and fear And brighten us our night O lift us out of the valley of sin And leave our path in light Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going, where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going (Where are you going?) Where are you going?