Up North

Up North there's a place for you

To start your still-life up again

We make our plans from spit and dust

The sound of never and the taste of love

They chased us through the Mission

We were tromping through the woods

And the skirts of sweet Natoma

Scared us both pretty good

So here's to leaving it all behind:

Fathers, lovers and an ugly wage

We've always known what's best for us

The sound of never and the taste of love

I'll be lit up like the sunrise

And you'll be Russian Blue

Next storm that I see off the coast

Will bring me back to you