Way Up North

Last winter I worked as a delivery rider
 Through fancy stairwells and slushy streets
 One day I fell and my bike got broke
 Reparations cost me a two days pay
 I saw takeaway people and paper cup beggars
 Downtown where all the tram tracks meet
 And I thought to myself while stuck in the middle
 That maybe the tables will turn one day
 Night is long
 Day is short
 In the wintertime
 Way up North, Way up North
 There's no night
 Only day
 In the summertime
 Way up North, Way up North
 This summer i work at the west cemetery
 God knows, daytime it's a peaceful place
 But I know I'm soon unemployed again
 As soon as the green stops to grow
 This winter I'll go busking with my uncles guitar
 Let my voice tremble in the morning haze
 And if I get broke I guess I call my Ma
 Or my friend Hardstrikin' Romeo
 Night is long
 Day is short
 In the wintertime
 Way up North, Way up North
 There's no night
 Only day
 In the summertime
 Way up North, Way up North
 Little London, little London
 Can you hear me calling?