The Compass Song

Well, your compass stopped working while out on your own

And your fresh out breadcrumbs to find your way home

All your hopes are heaped up in a smoldering pile

You were thinking at least that they'd last you a while

Your friends are all asking if you'll be OK

And all you can think of is to ask them to pray

You're hoping that things aren't as bad as they look

And your tears stain the pages of the old Good Book

Well, you know there's a lot you don't understand

And you're praying that someone up there has a plan