 Ontario, you know, I've seen the place I'd rather be. Your scummy lakes and the city of Toronto don't do a damn thing for me. I'd rather live by the sea. I've watched the visa geese go by in Foxwood in the snow. I've climbed the ridge of Gasparone Mountain, looking to the valley below, and watching the apples grow. Down on the far back among the family, away from Ontario, hear the ladies singing to their men, dancing in heel and toe, and watching the apples grow.