Providence

Music and Lyric by David W. Jacobsen
Copyright 2000. All Rights Reserved.

On the ride back home from Providence
I though about the girl who died
Thought about the reasons why she's gone

On the ride back home from Providence
My head still heavy from the night
I drank until the world was bright at dawn

On the ride back home from Providence
An old friend seemed like someone else
Not bad, not good, just someone I'd not known

On the ride back home from Providence
I tried to see the future but
All I saw were questions and smoke

On the ride back home from Providence
I thought about how long it's been
Since I've felt the freedom I crave

Why did she die?
I question my faith
What little faith that I have

Why can't I rest?
I tumble and turn
All that I yearn for seems far

Why am I driven?
To be more than this
To strive for the best when I could fail

Why does the past
Still haunt us today?
Some seeds that were cast have not blown away

I don't know about many things
Anything, anymore
All I know was swept away
Everything, evermore
I don't know where I will go
Anywhere, everywhere
I don't know

Lord I really want to have
Faith and love
Hopes and dreams
But it's so hard to believe in anything anymore

I want to learn
I want to see
I want to know
I want to be