Your compass in hand|Your map to the stars|And no one beside you to say where you're going|Or even how far||You try to decide as you stare into space|Then you start spinning your wheels|Waiting for something to call to your wandering heels|That's how it feels||Some roads will get you to heaven|Some roads will wear down your shoes|Some roads you know will be hellbound|But there's a road that'll get you through|Love is the soul's road calling you||So where is that road?||We're two of a kind|We're stumbling blind|Searching so hard that sometimes it can feel like|We're losing our minds||Oh, how many times have we passed in the night|Not knowing the other was there|Then maybe together we'd finally be getting somewhere|Somewhere||Some roads will get you to heaven|Some roads will wear down your shoes|Some roads you know will be hellbound|But there's a road that'll get you through|Love is the soul's road calling you||So where is that road?||Racing around in a million directions|It's hard to know which way to turn|But suddenly, there she is, just up ahead|When love stands there calling|You go on and follow that road|Follow that road||Some roads will get you to heaven|Some roads will wear down your shoes|Some roads you know will be hellbound|But there's a road that'll get you through|Love is the soul's road calling you|Well, love is the soul's road calling you|Love is the soul's road calling you||So where is that road?|Where is that road?|