Sting

WHEN YOURE DOWN AND THEYRE
COUNTING
WHEN YOUR SECREDTS ALL FOUND OUT
WHEN YOUR TROUBLES TAKE TO MOUNTING
WHEN THE MAP YOU HAVE LEADS YOU TO
DOUBT
WHEN THERES NO INFORMATION
AND THE COMPASS TURNS TO NOWHERE THAT
YOU KNOW WELL
LET YOUR SOUL BE YOUR PILOT
LET YOUR SOUL GUIDE YOU HELL GUIDE YOU
WELL

WHEN THE DOCTORS FAILED TO HEAL YOU
WHEN NO MEDICE 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 COMPAS SPINS BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
LET YOUR SOUL BE YOUR PILOT
LET YOUR SOUL GUIDE YOU HELL 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 SOROW
LET YOUR TEARS BE MY TEARS TOO
LET YOUR COURAGE BE MY MODEL
THAT THE NORTH YOU FIND WILL BE TRUE
WHEN THERES 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 LE YOUR SOUL
GUIDE YOU
LET YOUR SOUL GUIDE YOU UPON YOUR WAY