Karma

For more or less
For better or for worse
Slam the door, a window flies open
Feel the contours of my words

I am bruised but not broken
For better or for worse
For more or less

Don't look backwards
Don't look forwards
Mom has been my compass
Has been my compass

I call you from the crossroads
Come and be good to me
And treat me right

Who knows the direction the winds will blow?
Come and kiss me softly in this hard life
Whisper sweet things and just let go

And just let go
And just let me go
And just let go
And just let go
And just let go

Come and be good to me
And treat me right
Who knows the direction winds will blow?
Winds will blow

Don't look forwards
Don't look forwards
And just let me go
For better or for worse

More or less
Don't look backward and don't look forwards
Mom has been my compass
Has been my compass

I call you, I call you from the crossroads
Come and be good to me
Treat me right
Who knows the direction winds will blow?
Come and kiss me softly in this hard life
Whisper sweet things and just let me go