Friday, July 10, 2009

Providence

By Jakob Martin

I think that I missed Providence while flipping through the pictures on my phone.
Rode out of Rhode Island and I wondered whether anyone would know.
And you know I love to travel but I hate to be away.
On this lonely river gravel I'll drop anchor here some day.
Until I do I'm telling you that everything's amazing.

Well then I break down in the parking lot,
straight out of your line of sight well,
nobody's gonna see me melt down.
Nobody's gonna see me cry these
tears on the pavement,
roll out in a rainy night well
nobody's gonna see me melt down.
Nobody's gonna see me cry.

I snuck up to the second floor.
The musty bedroom where my mother played.
I found a note she wrote her mom a week after her father passed away.
It said 'I know it hurts to laugh now but we've got to move along'.
And I had a painful chuckle at the thought that she was gone.
And this feeling crept across me that I'd never had at home.
Oh so thankful for the solitude,
the chance to be alone.

And I break down in the parking lot,
straight out of your line of sight well,
nobody's gonna see me melt down.
Nobody's gonna see me cry these
tears on the pavement,
roll out in a rainy night well
nobody's gonna see me melt down.
Nobody's gonna see me cry.

And all the things that you'd never thought you'd miss
they are the perfect imperfections,
they linger like a kiss.
Oh, all the treasures that I find along the way;
I'm collecting them like passengers
I'll bring them home someday.
Alright.
Alright.

Break down in the parking lot,
straight out of your line of sight well,
nobody's gonna see me cry.
Tears on the pavement,
roll out in a rainy night well
nobody's gonna see me melt down.
Nobody's gonna see me cry.

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