I’m at home in the North, when I’m alone in the Northern ColdnAnd I belong in the North, when I’m at home in the Northern ColdnnIf you seek understanding, I will try to explain to younThe origins of my madness, and my strength in solitudenSeldom seen, seldom spokennMy heart was my compass, and it was brokennMine was that of a quiet love, deep and true.nnIf you seek understanding, I will show you what we have knownnThe long ride on the road to nowherenThe cold walks in the woods alonenIn my ocean, the water was frozennAnd I could see my reflection, within the icenMine was that of a quiet love, deep and true.nnYears later I am still obsessed (with the North)nYears later still restless and depressed (from the Northern Cold)nYears later I still drown in passion for my sorrowsnYears later I’m alone, and I’m at home in the Northern ColdnnMy blues are so dark they are black. The roots are buried, so deep in my past.nSee my roots, for they are true. Feel my blues, for they are real.nnThe feel of cold, the black of night, the white of snow,nWalking home, the smell of smoke, these are the memories of my youth.