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 |