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 bet - ter 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.