When you're down and
they're counting
When your secrets all
found out
When your troubles take to
mounting
When the map you have
leads you to doubt
When there's no
information
And the compass turns to
nowhere that you know well
Let your soul be your
pilot
Let your soul guide you
He'll guide you well
When the doctors failed to
heal you
When no medicine chest can
make you well
When no counsel leads to
comfort
When there are no more
lies they can tell
No more useless
information
And the compass spins
The compass spins between
heaven and hell
Let your soul be your
pilot
Let your soul guide you
He'll guide you well
And your eyes turn towards
the window pane
To the lights upon the
hill
The distance seems so
strange to you now
And the dark room seems so
still
Let your pain be my sorrow
Let your tears be my tears
too
Let your courage be my
model
That the north you find
will be true
When there's no more
useless information
And the compass turns to
nowhere that you know well
Let your soul be your
pilot
Let your soul guide you
Let your soul guide you
Let your soul guide you
upon your way
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