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