Title: North
Artist: Abc
Composer(s): Martin Fry, Mark White
Lyric:
Sun beats hard on Sunset Boulevard
Much harder still in Notting Hill
A north wind blows and carries me home
Carries my heart, carries my soul
When cool silks they turn to suede
When young dreams are torn and frayed
The South feels so cold and gray, today
Today the North's too many miles away, today
Today, I got to get away
I'm driving north, I'm heading home
I'm driving back to the place I once belonged
It's all gone silent, the light begins to fade
One man unplugs the penny arcade
A north wind blows and carries me home
Carries my heart, carries my soul
When cool silks they turn to suede
When young dreams are torn and frayed
The South feels so cold and gray, today
Today the North's too many miles away, today
Today I got to get away
I'm driving north, I'm heading home
I'm driving back to the place I once belonged
One sweet bouquet
The flowers strewn, the petals scattered
Here in the North no dreams are shattered
When cool silks they turn to suede
When young dreams are torn and frayed
The South feels so cold and gray, today
Today the North's too many miles away, today
Today I got to get away
No, we don't feel angry, no, we don't feel betrayed
Unlike our fathers, we don't seem better days
No, we don't feel angry, no, we don't feel betrayed
We just live in this day and age
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