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



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



Kick over the stone that bares your name

I spit on the snow that covers your grave