I don't know where you're going to be tomorrow
I don't know if you'll sleep tonight
You're trying to stay ahead of some deep sorrow
Looking for your misplaced inner light
You make your way without a sextant or a compass
Dead reckoning without a map or a chart
You measure distance by fatigue that's in your feet
Time is measured with your steady heart
Seven billion people in the world
I'm thinking of just one right now
Maybe you're looking to the eastern horizon
Beckoning the seven sisters rise
Maybe you're using the pole star for guidance
With slowly changing northern winter skies
An unknown place remains your final destination
An unnamed spot upon this earth
I trust that you will find the general direction
Slouching towards an elemental birth
Seven billion people in the world
I'm thinking of just one right now