LYRIC



Took my seat on a Greyhound for Ontario
I’m so damn scared I’m shaking inside but I’ve got to go
I’m tired of thinking, tired of wondering
‘bout the things that I don’t know
And I think that it’s time I went back to Ontario

Split but not torn by the forty-nine from Ontario
I don’t fit in this town, will I finally fit in Shabinow?
I just never feel right,
I’m not black I’m not white,
I’m in the middle and I’d sure like to know
Where I fit in this world, hope to find out in Ontario

Little baby bunting its time to go-a-hunting for home
Little baby bunting its time to go-a-hunting for home

Don’t know what awaits me there in Ontario
Will I feel like a stranger in my homeland of Ontario
Will I go back to find, A place that is mine
And will I finally feel I’ve found my way home
Time to take this long ride, end the searching inside in Ontario

Little baby bunting its time to go-a-hunting for home
Little baby bunting its time to go-a-hunting for home
And I think that its time I went back to Ontario

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