Phil Spillman - Exits To Nowhere Lyrics

A highway splits, which path will I follow
As these road signs disappear
And turning circles is my new favorite past time
I'm lost in the fog and lost in the clear

So lead me out, oh, sweet redemption
For this wandering soul was never really here
Promise me that your compass points true
And we'll take these exits to nowhere

I've always gone left in a right handed world
To compromise meant a loss of myself
And turning circles is my new favorite past time
I'm lost in this heaven as I'm lost in this hell

So lead me out, oh, sweet redemption
For this wandering soul was never really here
Promise me that your compass points true
And we'll take these exists to nowhere

So lead me out, oh, sweet redemption
For this wandering soul was never really here
Promise me that your compass points true
And we'll take these exists to nowhere