Go North

Westward rings the far off bells of Dawson City, Yukon
The crippled mountains have gone dry but the miners carry on
They're digging and they're panning and they're holding out a hope
As the wind it bites like wolves upon an antelope

I'll be one of them, riding a truck northward in the snow
Three days up through Canada I'll go
Find work on the crabbing ship
A friend of mine did several years ago

A leathered man he told me
"When you’re backed into a corner, go north"
Go north

Anchorage is not that far, but Fairbanks is a distant star
Thеre was a girl I knew up therе, But she went to Alberta
And I cried, lord I cried

But her stories put desire in me to live beneath auroras
To disappear beyond the map where no one could record us
Where 6 months of the year the sun is barely moving toward us
Windowless and clockless hundred miles into the forest

And I'd be one of them, riding a truck northward in the snow
Three days up through Canada I'd go
Find work logging birch trees
With the relative that I don't even know

I read it on a railway wall
"When everything is broken, go north"
When everything is broken, go north
When everything is broken, go north
Go north, go north

I am one of them, riding a truck up northward in the frost
Three days up through Canada, so lost
Aging with the condors
And breathing in the burning wood exhaust

The last thing that she said:
"If an answer won’t present itself, go north"