歌词
Providence is mine, man
I'm going back to Rhode Island
Where no one can find me
And I will be hiding
The Spirits are still alive
You can hear them in the night
And I'll make a fire
With the wood from their pyre
All of my troubles won't matter to me
In the stillness of my cabin
Nothing much here happens
But I still feel strange
'Cause I noticed I changed
And what will you do
With all of the hours
And the ones after that
When you're alone with your power
All of my troubles won't matter to me
Night after night, we pretend it's alright
Turning our backs to the wall
Day after day, it's always the same
I can't decide which is worse
One night I got lost
In the wilderness of thought
Like a senile child
I was cold and distraught
But I took a trip
To forget my plight
And the highway is a river
That cuts through the night
I know it's hard
But we can't be scared
The mess that they left us
Can still be repaired
They're dying for peace
And killing for Jesus
I don't watch the news
'Cause history repeats itself
All of my troubles won't matter to me
Written by: Nikolai Fraiture
