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


Just let your soul, be your pilot

Let your soul guide you

She'll guide you well


When the doctor 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


When there's no information oh and the compass spins (oh the compass turns)

The compass spins between Heaven and Hell


Just let your soul, be your pilot

Let your soul guide you

She'll guide you well


An' your eyes turn towards the window pane

To the light upon the hill

And 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

So that the north you'll find, will be true


When there's no information

And the compass turns to nowhere

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