You sailed your skiff on the seas alone
Found some land and called it home
The soil was good to raise your greens
The natives were friendly and shared your dreams
So why leave Providence again?
Lotta Brown girls there could hold your hand
Should your crops fail or the winter wind
Comes blowing through again
Times are good, look at all your friends
Coming over- money's rolling in
You're on the phone, you're a business man
Your sails' in rags but you won't be needing it
So why leave Providence again?
Lotta Brown girls there could hold your hand
Should your crops fail or the winter wind
Comes blowing through again
The best of times your words split the light
But last time I saw you, you said dark is right
I don't know 'bout that, I'm no wise man
But anyone could see you've left the band
So why leave Providence again?
Lotta Brown girls there could hold your hand
Should your crops fail or the winter winds
Come blowing through again
