North or South of the Sun

Born where the ice won't flirt with your skin. Candle Alaska cold cutting in.

Snow in his cradle, stars overhead. Hollywood called and packed him

instead. They put him in first, called it authentic truth.

Eskimo made history editing tools. Then suddenly lies a warm painted shore.

Same leading man, just melting some more. North or south of the sun,

I'm still the one. From ice to island heat, same heart,

same feet. They dress me how they choose, change skies, change cues.

But night or day I stay north or south of the sun. Palm trees on