My first home lay on the north edge of town and it crops up frequently in my songs. The title is also a nod further northward towards Scotland where I live now. This is a jazz-infused swirl of images from my childhood and teenage years.
I was born facing north
Appeared with the morning dew
Summer retreating
Innocence fleeting
If ever a north were true

Where the light is sparse
The sun has other things to do
A photograph
Through broken glass
Is all I have of you

Fading like anger
Bearings remotely askew
The landscape takes
A different shape
I wonder if it knew
I wonder if it knew