Matthew Morrison, Sting - Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot

When you're down and they're countingWhen your secrets all found outWhen your troubles take to mountingWhen the map you have leads you to doubtWhen there's no informationAnd the compass turns, yeahTo nowhere you know wellJust let your soul be your pilotLet your soul guide youHe'll guide you wellWhen the doctors failed to heal youWhen no medicine chest can make you wellWhen no counsel leads to comfortWhen there are no more lies they can tellNo more useless informationAnd the compass spins, the compass spinsBetween heaven and hellJust let your soul be your pilotLet your soul guide youHe'll guide you wellAnd your eyes turn towards the window paneTo the lights upon the hillThe distance seems so strange to you nowAnd the dark room seems so stillLet your pain be my sorrowLet your tears be my tears tooLet your courage be my modelThat the north you find will still be trueWhen there's no informationAnd the compass turns, the compass turnsTo nowhere you know wellLet your soul be your pilotLet your soul guide youLet your soul guide youLet your soul guide you upon your wayLet your soul guide youWhen you're down and they're countingLet your soul guide youLet your soul be your pilotWhen your secrets all found outLet your soul guide youWhen there's no informationAnd the compass turns, the compass turnsTo nowhere you know well