The North
Have you seen the North
That cold grey place
Dont want its shadow anymore
On my face
A man grows bitter
Were 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 dont see it now
Theres a farm in the rain
And a little farmhouse
There were a young mans 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
Theres a North in us all
But my North cant hold me anymore
