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