I’ve been rolling ’round this country, seen a many miles of track
From the rivers to the beaches, and I’m always coming back
Lookin' up at the ceiling, it’s the same old view
That northern sky... dirty white and a little bit of blue
Spent a week in paradise, down where the tropics bake
The sun was screaming hot, man, but my heart began to ache
Sweating out my misery, feeling nothing but down
I need that grey ceiling hanging over my town
'Cause under those colors, I’m feeling right at home
That’s where I belong, no more need to roam
I love it, I need it, and I know that it’s true:
The northern sky... is mostly dirty white... and a little bit of blue