The Old Ways of Navigation

How high hangs salvation
How far the written letters go
How strange a foreign land can feel
When you feel you're growing old
The old ways of navigation
Are the best ways I've been told
And if history's anything to learn from
I'll be lonesome when I go

But I will roam
And I will roam
And I will roam
And I will roam
With the old ways of navigation I will
Find my way back home

Some advice from the old days
When you pack a suitcase
And what you love stays
Don't be afraid of the heartache that can break a man
Cause I'll miss cooking in our little kitchen
I'll miss walking down our little street
I'll miss the sweet little sounds she makes when she's
Just falling asleep

And I will roam
And I will roam
And I will roam
And I will roam
With the old ways of navigation I will
Find my way back home

I've got a compass
I've got the stars
I've got the sun coming up in a few hours
Check the moss on the trees
Declination is east so subtract it
Don't forget to ask for help when you need it
Don't forget to help other people too
This whole universe in motion
Rivers lead into the ocean if you follow
Then so do you

And I will roam
And I will roam
And I will roam
And I will roam
With the old ways of navigation I will
Find my way back home

And I will roam
And I will roam
And I will roam
And I will roam
With the old ways of navigation I will
Find my way back home



Credits
Writer(s): Ryland Moranz
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