Из альбома: The Time of the Assassins
Providence is mine
And I'm going back to Rhode Island
Where no one can find me
And I will be hiding
The spirit's still alive
You can hear them in the night
I'll make a fire
With the wood from my pyre
All of my troubles won'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 you?re alone with your power
All of my troubles won't matter to me
Night after night
We pretend it's all right
Turning our back 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
I could see the hotel
I was cold and distraught
But I took a trip
To forget my plight
Highway's 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
Crying 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