Carried you up here
Up north for goodness sake
I asked for the edge
Now I have it,
Asked for rest for the best
Where is that one?

Chopping wood for
Hire, for fire,
For desire to take over
Now it’s red
Feels a little dead
A new lover every summer
But a seasoned love
Is the one you crave,
Can’t erase any kind of pain
Now up north it will go
It will unwind,

Now there is nothing but time
But time to consider everything
Important
To reorder
It’s never as clear as
North or south or west
Or east, there is just trust
In direction
Trust no matter how hard
The wind blows