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.