Far away near Emmaus
Down an old dirt track
Some disciple and his friend
Said The Lord had come back
We could go there
Might see Him there
Or let's climb to the mountain's pass
Where many a soul has died
Eight thousand feet above the sea
St Bernard as our guide
We could climb there
We could be there
If we were pilgrims
We'd know which was the way
The compass in our heart
Would find a place to stay
But we're not pilgrims
Because we've lost our way
We've lost our beating heart
And can't find a place to stay
Our journey's on a live stream
Feelings for all to see
Until it all means nothing
Then nothing follows me
And you
And everyone
Stop at San Giovanni
Bow to Padre Pio
He used to rise up to the sky
He'd read the people's souls
He'd read you
He'd read me
If we were pilgrims
We'd know which was the way
The compass in our heart
Would find a place to stay
But we're not pilgrims
Because we've lost our way
We've lost our beating heart
And can't find a place to stay
We want miracles and healing
Souvenirs to show
But we've burnt the map that finds them
And don't know where to go
Where to go
Where shall we go?
There's this place along Camino
Where they wash the pilgrims feet
They give food and prayer and shelter
And somewhere safe to sleep
We could rest there
Let's sleep there
If we were pilgrims
We'd know which was the way
The compass in our heart
Would find a place to stay
But we're not pilgrims
Because we've lost our way
We've lost our beating heart
And can't find a place to stay
Find your way
Find your way
Find your way
Find your way