Man in the North

My man in the north
with the fog and snow
and the town below.
Well my man breathes out everything
hates the things we bring
hates the things we sing.
And my man loves his girl at night
loves to treat her right.
Hates the way she fights.
And my man drinks a golden drink
dreams the things he thinks
loves to teach me things.
He'll wait by the phone until the kids all come home.
He'll wait by the fire and love all the liars.