GPS

None of us is even asking For the simplest of answers And we're dangerously lacking Powerless out there on the road Tiny lights illuminating All the places that we'll never, ever go Each one sorely punctuated By a tiny lonely sign in the road Effortlessly led In the direction In the direction Direction home I'm effortlessly after someone elses' realm My direction Direction home In my direction Direction home I couldn't gauge your true reaction As my insight had been cleverly reduced I fail to see the real attraction But I'm trying not to let it wreck my view If this elicits a reaction I'm still counting on your voice to guide me through If I avoid all the distractions I can relax because I've left my trust in you I'm leaving it to you I'm leaving it to you My direction Direction home Someone elses' realm