Bobcaygeon

I left your house this mornin' About a quarter after nine Could have been the Willie Nelson Could have been the wine When I left your house this mornin' It was a little after nine It was in Bobcaygeon, I saw the constellations Reveal themselves one star at a time Drove back to town this mornin' With workin' on my mind I thought of maybe quittin' I thought of leavin' it behind I went back to bed this mornin' And as I'm pullin' down the blind Yeah, the sky was dull, and hypothetical And fallin' one cloud at a time That night in Toronto With its checkerboard floors Riding on horseback And keepin' order restored 'Til the men, they couldn't hang Stepped to the mic and sang And their voices rang With that Aryan twang I got to your house this mornin' Just a little after nine In the middle of that riot Couldn't get you off my mind So I'm at your house this mornin' Just a little after nine 'Cause it was in Bobcaygeon where I saw the constellations Reveal themselves one star at a time