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, еnd the searching inside in Ontario

Littlе 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