Lookin’ out my garret window
At a world picked clean of the things I know
And thinkin' of a plane trip ticket
That would help me make it to Ontario

Still wishin’ that I could see those sights
And listen to loons on Friday nights
It’s only a plane ride away
But I can’t wait for another day
So I can only pray 
For those wide open spaces
Ontario-o-o-o-ow-wo-wo-wo-wo

Thinkin' of Orillia
Still I can’t get away from this city bind
Wabashene was a town I’ve seen
Spent a summer or two there with a friend of mine

Still wishin' that I could see those sights
And listen to loons on Friday nights
It’s only a plane ride away
But I can’t wait for another day
So I can only pray 
For those wide open spaces
Ontario-o-o-o-ow-wo-wo-wo-wo

I’ll wear an upside grin
When I greet my kin
By the lake some Saturday soon
And then I’ll sit outside
With some hometown pride
And the cry of the lonely loon
Wo-o-o-o-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo

I remember Coldwater summers
Fishin’ sunfish suppers from a shaky pier
And I recall returnin’ there
When the season turned into another year

Still wishin’ that I could see those sights
And listen to loons on Friday nights
It’s only a plane ride away
But I can’t wait for another day
So I can only pray 
For those wide open spaces
Ontario-o-o-o-ow-wo-wo-wo-wo

When I get home some day
I know I’ll make my way
Up north to the wind in the pines
And when the loon up there
Sings out that haunting prayer
I’ll have Ontario on my mind
Wo-o-o-wo-wo-wo-wo