Where did you go?
Left me here all alone
In the cold
Freezing from head to toe
Where do I go?
How do I know when I found home A place to call my own
It's not as bad as it seems
I'm not as bad as I seem
We're not as bad as we seem
I can't find enough maps and atlases
At least this compass can hold its own
I'm finding out at twenty years old
That just because you've found a chest
Doesn't mean that it's filled with gold
Maybe if I looked into myself,I'd find somebody else
Someone I don't hate
This compass can hold its own