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