The North

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