Northern Towns

Make it so the handsome way of what never was

turns to overcast what has become

so away with that which makes a moment so discreet

we hesitate, ashamed to really laugh or really weep

maybe man is worth the weight of what his eyes have seen maybe there's a branch of wonder left here to believe

there are places with horizons above a level ground

a man's as much as the love he leaves

behind in northern towns

make it so what makes us mindful without reprimand

fall behind the eyes of every man

if the story of our lives becomes

our sufferings penned and left

begin to recount every time you ever really wept