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