Ran out the door some years ago Slinging words at my old man like thistles and stones Said: No need to worry, I’ll never come home My mom crying: Don’t go, as I raced down the road Straight through 'till Sun fell I kept up the pace 'Till darkness embraced me and I lost my way Weary from travel and wet from the rain I stopped at a tavern in Broken-mast Bay Where a rough cut man Said: What’s your business, lad? I can’t find my way back home It’s cold, it’s dark, I'm all alone He said: My boy, you’re not lost yet! Just follow the compass that beats in your chest Twelve years had gone as a wandering man Searching for meaning in far distant lands Defied kings and queens and with foes raised a glass And fell for an outlaw named Katie McMahon Oh, we sailed the seas seeking mountains of gold And fountains of youth from the stories of old Escaped from the perils and monsters below But after it all we had nothing to show Then Katie said: My love, our journey’s just begun We can make our way back home I'm here with you, you’re not alone I’ll fight with you 'till my last breath To follow the compass that beats in our chest So we traded swords, our sails and oars for a simple life Twenty years she never left my side 'Till she passed one night Well my love, you made it home Without you here, I'm so alone But I will fight 'till my last breath ‘Cause you are the compass that beats in my chest Yeah, you are the compass that beats in my chest