Compass - Eileen Rose

Roll in, come the storm

Cue the lucky man, his time has come

Right there in your arms

You hold the world

Roll in and the night is long

Come on, lucky bird, sing a golden dawn

For those without intent

Who’ve wrecked themselves against loves rocky shore

How can you know

With the way things change?

Where to point yourself and then

Where do you go?

You wind up dreams

And it’s easy 'cause you’re seventeen

And favored by the wind

And the whole world’s waiting

Roll in on your perfect storm

Gifted broken bird rest in my arms

Till right you are again

Right you are again, not sorry