PHONECALL

So how is life in the goold old North?
The storm has passed, the river forged
Desolate, silent, always
The storm has passed, so come back please
But Sweden's really nice to me
Busy, radiant, always

Nanook come home, don't stand alone
You willalways carry me home
Nanook come home, we miss you so
You will always show me which way to go

There's cars and people everywhere
No spaces left for polar bears
Nightlife, streetlights, always
You need to find your guiding star
I found myself in Johnny's Bar
Shallow, beautiful, always

Nanook come home...