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