My Guitar Is My Compass

Winter '78, I finally quit the band
for a job back home with family
I didn't see the trouble comin' down as
my guitar became a stranger to me.

Fresh outta school,
steady paycheck in hand
my pockets full of cash
an office in the field
helping farmers work the land
three good years before the crash

Then the market broke the farms
banks came calling for the keys
I closed up shop, watched the bridges burn,
the hometown wasn't home to me

The right roads don't always lead you home
and the wrong ones are paved with alibis,
if my guitar is my compass when I go,
I'll find my road,
my songs will be the stars I'm guided by

Went to work on Wall Street, found no peace of mind.
Started playing downtown bars,
Finally broke away, left the suits behind,
traded stocks for tips in a jar

On a corner you'll find me now in SoHo
playin' like I'm paying off a debt, guitar
case catching quarters for a solo, but it's
better than a promise never kept... feels
better than a promise never kept...

The right roads don't always lead you home
and the wrong ones are paved with alibis, but
if my guitar is my compass when I go,
I'll find my road ...yes I will
repeat Chorus
and my songs'll be the stars I travel by
my songs'll be the stars I travel by

Come my friend guide me home
won't you help me find my road
be my compass when I go
Take it out