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