Your Neck Of The Woods Prairie Ontario
It's the space that keeps me running back and forth, dear I'm still coming home
Now they say the west is stunning, out east they've got time running slow
Back home there's airs worth breathing, the north wind, she blows secrets best heard low
Another morning sun just peeking over plains that give reason to her glow
Like a horse to the barn to the home that I miss
I stick to my guns and I shoot from my hip
I keep my hat bent for fear of how the storm stretch
Like a horse to the barn I ain't home just yet
Where the wind yearns to blow old farm and prairie Ontario
Pre north, post south, just a borderline boreal shield mouth
Mixed wood to the Hudson Plain, I rest my heart, I lay my name
And I wait for you here in a home stuck in snow six months out of the year
Another harvest yield worth reaping where cedars stretch and our willows weep and moan
And where tangled heads lay sleep in pastures where them dreams, they creep in slow
And you oughta see what fall unravels in meadows simply traced by gravel roads
East of what those lakes once had -- they call them great (dear, we'll just call them home)
Like a horse to the barn to the home that I miss
I stick to my guns and I shoot from my hip
I keep my hat bent for fear of how the storm stretch
Like a horse to the barn I ain't home just yet
Where the wind yearns to blow old farm and prairie Ontario
Pre north, post south just a borderline boreal shield mouth
Mixed wood to the Hudson plain I rest my heart, I lay my name
And I wait for you here in a home stuck in snow six months out of the year