14th of April, 1980 I was a brand new born baby. But this seems like such a lonely place to be Born in the middle of Norway. I wanted more, I wanted dreams to come true. And all those things you couldn't find 'round there, I drew. It seems like the only thing I could do Growing up in the middle of Norway. It was cold, gray, nothing was ever more than OK In the middle of Norway. Finally got the nerve to make a change and leave. Over mountains, over fjords to chase the dream. It seemed like the only right thing to do To get out of the middle of Norway. Cold, gray, nothing is ever more than OK In the middle of Norway. I don't mean to be mean, I mean A guy like me, a guy with dreams. His needs, you see. I'm not that brave, I'm just afraid To give up and go home, get a life and a loan, And get stuck in the middle of Norway.