Have you seen the North

That cold grey place

Don't want its shadow anymore

On my face

A man grows bitter

We're a bitter race

Some of us never get to see

A better place



In the Northern Skies

There was a steel cloud

It used to follow me around

But I don't see it now

There's a farm in the rain

And a little farmhouse

There were a young man's eyes

Looking south



The North was my mother

But I no longer need her

You trade your roots and your dust

For a face in the river



And a driven rain that washes you

To a different shore

There's a North in us all

But my North can't hold me anymore