Northern Memory

A friend and I wrote this little song before we visited friends in a Catholic community up North last month.

Up North

We were tryin to write some lyrics and we almost missed our exit

We scrambled for directions that were written in the margins

Scribbled down oh so fast

To avoid roaming charges

I guess we should have written them before we crossed the boarder

But we were too distracted as we tried to cover over

The fruit we weren’t supposed to have

And expired registration

Oh we won’t hesitate no more, no more

It’s time to drive up North

Where there’s piles and piles of snow

At least we thought it would be so

Up North

We came right into dinner to some overstimulation

A wave of a reminder that it’s not simply vacation

I reckon it’s again our turn

To apron up and do dishes

I’d like to grab the one with the holly and the ivy

A seasonal reminder of the joy you’ll findy

As you scrub the pots and pans

And then scrub the scrubbies

Oh we won’t hesitate nine hours was short

Now we’ve arrived up North

Where there’s just a touch of snow,

But piles of clothes

In the 'ole laundeee

But seriously we gained a lot of stuff here from the laundry

And if I scorched your shirt

I knew you would forgive me

You taught me to be family

And to find my inner beauty

You civilized us city girls and now we’re one step closer

We can set the table

And nap when we’re supposed to

Sanctification must be just around the corner

Oh we won’t hesitate no more, no more

It’s time to leave up North

Where piles and piles of love have filled us up

We’ll soon explode if we don’t leave

Up North