Sting - Let your soul be your pilot

^GmLet your ^Dsoul be your ^Cpilot Let your ^Ebsoul guide you G^Fuide you the ^Bbway

^BbWhen the doctors Fail to ^Gmheal you When no ^Cm7medicine chest Can^Cm make you ^Fwell When no ^Bbcounsel Leads to ^Gmcomfort When there are ^Cm7no more lies They can ^Ftell

No more ^Gmusele^Dss in^Gmformation^C7 And the ^Ebcompass spins, ^Dbcompass spins Between ^CHeaven and ^C7Hell Let your ^Bbsoul be your ^G7pilot ^G Let your ^Ebsoul guide you ^F He’ll guide you ^Bbwell

^EbAnd your eyes turn towards the w^Findow pane ^CTo the lights upon the ^Abhill The distance seems so ^Fstrange to you now ^CAnd the dark room seems so ^Abstill

Let your ^Bbpain Be my ^Gmsorrow Let your ^Cmtears Be my tears ^Ftoo Let your ^Bbcourage Be my ^Gmmodel That the ^Cm7north you ^Cmfind Will be ^Ftrue

When the^Gmre’s ^Dno in^Gmformation^C7 And the ^Ebcompass turns ^DbTo nowhere, ^C7to nowhere that you know well Let your ^Bbsoul be your ^Abpilot ^G Let your ^Ebsoul guide you ^F Let your ^Gmsoul guide you^Gb Let your so^Ebul guide you ^Fupon your ^Bbway