[Verse 1] Woke up on a Tuesday with my boots on the wrong feet, Head full of thunder and a heart that skipped a beat. Pocket full of promises and one bad map, Pointing every single way except the way back. [Pre-Chorus] But the wind kept whispering, “Go on, lad, go,” And the mountain muttered secrets only wanderers know. So I slung my pack and I followed the sound — Found trouble, found laughter, found friends underground. [Chorus] Raise your glass to the broken compass — It never pointed true, but it always pointed somewhere. Lift your voice for the mad and the fearless — We get lost on purpose ‘cause we know life’s never fair. Oh, the road may twist and the map may lie, But we’ll keep on singing ‘til the day we die. [Verse 2] Met a girl in a doorway with a lantern made of tin, Said, “If you’re running from your past, love, you’d better let me in.” We danced through disasters, we laughed ‘til we cried, But she followed her compass and I followed mine. [Pre-Chorus 2] And the storms rolled in, but we didn’t care, Kept marching arm-in-arm through the cold night air. I said, “Where’re we going?” She said, “Who can tell?” “Anywhere’s better than standing still.” [Chorus] Raise your glass to the broken compass — It never pointed true, but it always pointed somewhere. Lift your voice for the lost and the reckless — The ones who wander nights with no map and no prayer. Oh, the road may twist and the map may lie, But we’ll keep on singing ‘til the day we die. [Bridge – rowdy, shouted backing vocals] (HEY! HEY!) Here’s to the misfits, the miners, the saints — (HEY! HEY!) The dreamers with muddy boots and paint. (HEY! HEY!) If the world says “stop,” we say “not today!” We’re the ones who march the other way. [Final Chorus – big, messy, glorious] So raise your glass to the broken compass — It spins like mad, but it never leads you wrong. Lift your heart for the brave and bonkers — Every crooked journey makes a brand-new song. Oh, the mine may shake and the night may roar, But we’ll sing this tune forevermore. [Outro] And if you hear hooves keeping time in the dark, That’s Billy tapping rhythms with a goat’s wild heart. Every compass breaks, every path’s a guess — But at the Loony Club, we call that blessed.
