Compass

Ran out the door some years ago
Slinging words at my old man like thistles and stones
Said no need to worry, I’ll never come home
My mom crying don’t go as I raced down the road
Straight through till Sun fell I kept up the pace
Till darkness embraced me and I lost my way

Weary from travel and wet from the rain
I stopped at a tavern in broken-mast bay
Where a rough cut man
Said: What’s your business, lad?
I can’t find my way back home
It’s cold, it’s dark, I'm all alone
He said: My boy, you’re not lost yet!
Just follow the compass that beats in your chest

Twelve years had gone as a wandering man
Searching for meaning in far distant lands
Defied kings and queens and with foes raised a glass
And fell for an outlaw named Katie McMahon
Oh, we sailed the seas seeking mountains of gold
And fountains of youth from the stories of old

Escaped from the perils and monsters below
But after it all we had nothing to show
Then Katie said: My love, our journey’s just begun
We can make our way back home
I'm here with you, you’re not alone
I’ll fight with you till my last breath
To follow the compass that beats in our chest

So we traded swords our sails and oars for a simple life
Twenty years she never left my side
Till she passed one night
Well my love, you made it home
Without you here, I'm so alone
But I will fight till my last breath
‘Cause you are the compass that beats in my chest
‘Cause you are the compass that beats in my chest