The Outer Lands

 They spoke of lands past the southern line 

Where the maps run thin and the stars don’t shine 

Where the sea goes quiet and the wind forgets 

And the tide don’t turn like the charts have set  

There’s a route not drawn and a path not named 

That the old ones knew but never claimed 

And a man who sails just a mile too far 

Won’t come back the way he are  

Oh the outer lands where the white mists stay 

Where the compass spins and won’t obey 

You can chase that line where the oceans bend 

But you won’t come back the way you went

There’s a trade of routes that were never made 

And a price for paths that should not be paid 

Where the ice stands tall like a silent wall 

And the sea don’t answer a man at all  

Some say shadows move in the frozen blue 

Just beyond what your eyes can prove 

And the wake you leave don’t stay behind 

But drifts ahead like it knows your mind 

Oh the outer lands where the white mists stay

Where the compass spins and won’t obey 

You can chase that line where the oceans bend 

But you won’t come back the way you went 

 There’s a line in the sea no chart can hold 

And a truth in the cold no man’s been told 

You can mark your course and you can be brave 

But not every road was meant to be saved  

Oh the outer lands where the white mists stay 

Where the compass spins and won’t obey 

You can follow south where the lost winds bend 

But you won’t come back… the way you went