I’m at home in the North, when I’m alone in the Northern Cold   And I belong in the North, when I’m at home in the Northern Cold      If you seek understanding, I will try to explain to you   The origins of my madness, and my strength in solitude   Seldom seen, seldom spoken   My heart was my compass, and it was broken   Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true.      If you seek understanding, I will show you what we have known   The long ride on the road to nowhere   The cold walks in the woods alone   In my ocean, the water was frozen   And I could see my reflection, within the ice   Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true.      Years later I am still obsessed (with the North)   Years later still restless and depressed (from the Northern Cold)   Years later I still drown in passion for my sorrows   Years later I’m alone, and I’m at home in the Northern Cold      My blues are so dark they are black. The roots are buried, so deep in my past.   See my roots, for they are true. Feel my blues, for they are real.      The feel of cold, the black of night, the white of snow,   Walking home, the smell of smoke, these are the memories of my youth.