for what it's worth i don't know
where i am and where i will go
lost in endless opportunities

forced to stray aimlessly
on my own - on and on


this odyssey will never end
untill the needle stops spinning
unless i find out what is really important

i will carry on - carry on

so would you mind


would you be the compass
which guides me on my way

would you be the anchor
show me a place where i can stay
i need a constant a point of rest


give me a reason why i should not stop believing
while everything is falling apart

give me guidance and aspiration
show me where i belong


the paths of life between scylla and charybdis
i can't pass them on my own
every journey needs a navigator

and compass roses never fade -- they never fade