ever since I was born in a northern town
I've been digging myself out
from a time when I hadn't seen
anything worth remembering
I would aspire to better life
to feast my eyes and expand my mind
I'd lie awake, I could not wait
to leave this place behind
your Ontario town is just a burial ground for old friends
your Ontario town is just a burial ground
inspired by hopelessness
from where my discontent once began
I miss the nature and the wilderness
but not the people there
as old stores will close their doors
other ones may change their names
but old friends still live their lives
where I would have died of shame
your Ontario town is just a burial ground for old friends
your Ontario town is just a burial ground
you say that you grew up
you say that you tried
I think you took the easy way out
I say you gave up
I say you died
you'll say that you're content
you'll say there's no regrets
but I think you took the easy way out
for if you're not dreaming anymore
you're already dead
what a shame for those who chose
to be wasted in the north
what a shame to know nothing more
than the town where you were born
your Ontario town is just a burial ground for old friends
your Ontario town is just a burial ground
kick over the stone that bares your name
I spit on the snow that covers your grave
