Broken Compass

There's a compass that points to what's open Except mine is broken, I fell in a hole that is wide open I met a man that gave me a drink For a token, less spoken He told me it should be quite apparent His name was Tarrant There's a compass that points to what's open Except mine is broken, I fell in a hole that is wide open I bought a boat to sail the ocean I wonder what I set in motion Exploring my emotions If only I knew what I meant Before I fell and made a dent I'll look right here to see what I find It's something broken There's a compass that points to what's open Except mine is broken, I fell in a hole that is wide open It's getting closer For me to start over There's a compass that points to what's open Except mine is broken, I fell in a hole that is wide open It's getting closer For me to start over There's a compass that points to what's open Except mine is broken, I fell in a hole that is wide open I'm almost done What's the problem I didn't think I would be One of the ones who are less spoken But probably broken There's a compass that points to what's open Except mine is broken, I fell in a hole that is wide open I met a man that gave me a drink For a token, less spoken He told me it should be quite apparent His name was Tarrant I am opening the waters To find out what bothers I bought a boat to sail the ocean I wonder what I set in motion Exploring my emotions If only I knew what I meant Before I fell and made a dent I'll look right here to see what I find It's something broken There's a compass that points to what's open There's a compass that points to what's open Where is mine? Is it in the open Where is mine? Is it in the open Where is mine