If you were there
You'd understand
My culture's frozen in time


Lake Erie howls
it has a spirit

That I can always pull from

You are the grave, that marks my bones

You are the vein, that carries my blood
You are the swan, but I am your song
Your ghost has faded and gone


Yes I escaped
But my past still haunts me

Like the winter wind's gusty shrill

Town by the lake

Your path has haulted
The snow belt's future's in doubt


You are the grave, that marks my bones
You are the vein, that carries my blood
You are the swan, but I am your song

You are everything that ever went wrong