Richard Buckner - Up North lyrics

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