the posies
ontario
When I told you what you wanted to know You said, "Take me to Ontario" When I showed you what you wanted to see You said, "The flower that you planted in me had gone dry," yeah Big birds flying overhead, who gives a shit? Big birds flying overhead, who gives a shit?  When I showed you what I wanted to build And all the enemies would never be killed There'll be a saint living under the stairs So we'll be free of material cares Black paint on the walls in summer, it's cool, yeah, it's cool Black paint on the walls in summer, it's cool, yeah, it's cool  I wanna go, I wanna go to Ontario I wanna go, I wanna go to Ontario  When I told you what I wanted to know You said "Take me to Ontario" When I asked you, "Why Ontario?" You said, "It sounds good on the radio," go  I wanna go, I wanna go to Ontario I wanna go, I wanna go to Ontario Black birds flying overhead, waiting for somebody to die Black birds flying overhead, waiting for somebody to die