Last Chance Rhode Island

We've got a house of cards, and if we play them right, we just might have a place to sleep tonight.
All bets on an open highway, singing our lungs out and the smell of gasoline in the morning.
Another city where you can find me and my friends all here around me, like we're family. The breeze of another state will find its way into my veins. I'll fall in love with another place. We're only eighteen but we live like we're dying. These mountain ranges captivate and scrape the sky until it bleeds to let it rain down on me.
We write history in headlights, and count exit signs so we can stay awake tonight. If madman walk these streets with blind eyes, we'll follow in due time.
We're content with our nights. We chase horizons like we kill time. Last chance, Rhode Island. This is where we always thought we'd be. Between and empty apartment and the streets of Providence, we're complete.