**[Intro]** *The mind will map a hundred roads—the heart knows only one…* --- **[Verse 1]** The mind will draw a thousand dotted lines, Weighing pros and cons like scattered leaves. It calculates the risks and reads the signs, But in the end, it calculates and grieves. The heart does not compute or analyze— It beats a rhythm older than your name. When mind and heart are staring at two skies, The heart will always lead you back to flame. --- **[Chorus]** Your heart is the GPS, soft and true— It doesn’t shout directions; it just pulls you through. When every map has torn along the fold, The heart’s warm signal never leaves you cold. --- **[Verse 2]** You’ve felt it in the gut, that quiet tug, A knowing with no evidence or proof. The mind says, “Prove it,” like a stubborn bug; The heart says, “Trust me, I know the roof.” The roof is home, the place you came to leave, The place you’re walking back toward every turn. The heart recalibrates when you believe— It is the only compass you can learn. --- **[Chorus]** Your heart is the GPS, soft and true— It doesn’t shout directions; it just pulls you through. When every map has torn along the fold, The heart’s warm signal never leaves you cold. --- **[Verse 3]** So when the mind insists on traffic jams, On worst-case scenarios and steep descent— Place one hand upon your chest and say, “I am Already where the love was always sent.” The heart will reroute every wrong exit, Will find the side street when the highway’s blocked. You do not need to force or overthink it— The GPS of love cannot be hacked or mocked. --- **[Chorus]** Your heart is the GPS, soft and true— It doesn’t shout directions; it just pulls you through. When every map has torn along the fold, The heart’s warm signal never leaves you cold. --- **[Bridge]** One test: breathe in and ask, “What do I feel? Not what I think, but what beats underneath?” The answer is a compass made of steel— Not hard, but steady as a healthy breath. --- **[Outro – Chorus softly]** Your heart is the GPS… soft and true… Doesn’t shout directions… just pulls you through… Every map may tear along the fold… The heart’s warm signal never leaves you cold.
