An Artist Is Never Poor

I'm headed North again, alone and twenty
On an empty road far from any home
I could have dug for gold in lands of milk and honey
I let my music take me where the rhythm goes

Now in the changing sky I see the starlight dancing
As I sit and wait for the sun to rise
And when I sing my song beneath the Northern sky
I wanna feel the faith in the coming light

I could have hidden away behind another closed door
And build myself a prison made of golden bars
They say a true artist is never really so poor
And that it's better to live and earn a couple of scars

Through the pine and oak I see the moon is rising
As I sit and wait for the sun to set
And as I sing my song in the changing light
I wanna feel the hope in the coming night

I won't hide from the light, cause all will fade
But love, love will always stay
On the empty road I think of all the moments
The choices that I've made I know it's not the end
As I sing my song in the changing light
I feel eternal grace beneath the Northern sky