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 
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