Lyrics

PROVIDENCE DRIVE
Take the narrow road up until You reach the narrow gate made of sacred steel
You’ll know you’ve gone too far if the hill begins to take a dive
But to know where to go you need to know where you’ve been
If you have to look back, look ahead again
If you’re lights are dim, you won’t see the sign Marked Providence Drive
Though the road is old, it’s hardly worn Your treads shouldn’t slip with the pedal floored
And with a one-handed grip, you need to shift it to fourth; keep it in-between the lines
You may be tempted to travel down a distorted detour
You may be tempted to give it up, cut the trip short
You may make a few wrongs well before you finally make a hard right On Providence Drive
If you see someone ‘a-walkin’ afoot And they’re lookin’ back, then they’re staying put
But if their head is straight and their hand is up, then they’re probably trying to hitch a ride
So if you have the room, then carry the weight But if you park the car, don’t hesitate
Or it’s likely you’ll stay stranded there on the side Of Providence Drive
After mountain, valley, river, and bog
Through the rain, through the sleet, through the wind and the fog
Is a clearing upon which you can spot The Way and The Truth and The Life...
But to get there you gotta drive the Providence Mile It takes the will to avow, it takes awhile
It takes a lowly and a holy style to ride on Providence Drive...