[Verse 1] I kept a cracked astrolabe In the drawer beneath the maps Its brass rim bent, its glass gone cloudy Still it pointed through the gaps I tried to polish every fracture Till the markings disappeared Then I turned it toward the morning And the far side grew more clear [Chorus] I am not a perfect compass I can still choose where I go Cracks catch light and bend the bearing Make a route I didn’t know (Find the way!) (Find the way!) I keep moving, I keep moving Toward the unmade day [Verse 2] Every flaw a crooked meridian Every scar a measured turn Not a map of where I failed at But a chart of what I learned You can take the seat beside me We’ll read north a different way No two needles point alike And both can meet the day [Bridge] Turn the brass Tilt the glass Let the fault-line mark the pass Step by step Past the known I can carry what I own [Chorus] I am not a perfect compass I can still choose where I go Cracks catch light and bend the bearing Make a route I didn’t know (Find the way!) (Find the way!) I keep moving, I keep moving Toward the unmade day [Outro] Not repaired into somebody else I’m the instrument I made
