Rob Malka

Lyrics

Sarah's exhausted, her glasses keep on fogging up
Eleven hours to go till she gets off, she can't wait to drive
Home from the hospital and finally take a shower
The kids are still asleep when she gets up to be back by five

But your moral compass only points toward you
No one's gonna tell you what to do

And Mr. Montgomery is lying all alone in there
He's fighting for a breath of air, the last one he'll take
His family's outside waiting on the phone call
They can't even say goodbye for goodness' sake

Ah but your moral compass only points toward you
No one's gonna tell you what to do

And on the same night, you're at a party
You and the selfish company that you call friends
It's not your burden, all the little tragedies
Heavy is the price of glib indifference

Yeah your moral compass only points toward you
No one's gonna tell you what to do