Moving

I'm headed to the north for bigger opportunities.
Headed up the road for something new.
I'm walking up the path with the least resistance.
It doesn't seem like much of a struggle for you but it's hard.
Oh! When the rain poors down, it's hard, my friend.
To clean yourself off with your only two lonely hands.
No one there to hang out a towel or to buy you a drink.
I'm leaving behind my friends, family, home, and the kitchen sink.

I'm walking upward and whiping the slate clean.
I'm running up the path of my own dreams.
I want to succeed with all my heart, oh yes I do.
But this new cement city will seen even colder, without you.
When the sun shines it will grow warmer.
Sun, where are you and why won't you come out?