Dead-End Roads

You are the place

I come to rest

When the North Star doesn't shine overhead

You are my reason

You are my rhyme

When I can't reroute the dark thoughts in my mind

I was wandering alone

Destination unknown

Never thought I would travel this far

But all of the dead-end roads

Led me straight to your arms

Straight to your arms

You are the atlas

You are the friend

When I'm in pieces too scattered to mend

You are the compass

In the palm of my hand

When my wings are heavy, you're my place to land

I was wandering alone

Destination unknown

Never thought I would travel this far

But all of the dead-end roads

Led me straight to your arms

Straight to your arms