I confess.
My GPS has no clue.
It's true. I don't know what to do.
Where to go? I and it don't know.
I'm lost.
Where am I?
I could cry.
I looked on my map.
Not marked is my street.
This is not neat.
Do you need a guide?
In me you can confide
Have no fear my dear
I'll wipe away every tear