Bobcaygeon

I left your house this mornin'

At a quarter after nine

Could have been the Willy Nelson

It could have been the wine

When I left your house this morning

Just a little after nine

It was in Bobcaygeon

I saw the constellations

Reveal themselves one star at a time

I drove back to town this morning

I was workin' on my mind

I thought it made me quit it

Thought of leaving it behind

Went back to bed this morning

And as I'm pulling down the blinds

Yeah the sky was dull

And hypothetical

And falling one cloud at a time

Well that night in Toronto

With it's checker board floors

We were riding horse back

And keeping the order restored

Until a man they couldn't hit

Stepped to the mic and said

And there voices rang

With that arian twang

I got to your house this morning

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 morning

Just a little after nine

'Cause it was in Bobcaygeon

I saw the constellation

Reveal themselves one star at a time

One star at a time

One star at a time

One star at a time