The North
Have you seen the NorthThat cold grey placeDon't want its shadow anymoreOn my faceA man grows bitterWe're a bitter raceSome of us never get to seeA better place
In the Northern SkiesThere was a steel cloudIt used to follow me aroundBut I don't see it nowThere's a farm in the rainAnd a little farmhouseThere were a young man's eyesLooking south
The North was my motherBut I no longer need herYou trade your roots and your dustFor a face in the river
And a driven rain that washes youTo a different shoreThere's a North in us allBut my North can't hold me anymore