Bobcaygeon

I left your house this morning About a quarter after nine Could have been the Willie Nelson Could have been the wine When I left your house this morning It was a little after nine It was in Bobcaygeon Where I saw the constellations Reveal themselves one star at a time Drove back to town this morning With working on my mind I thought of maybe quitting Thought of leaving it behind Went back to bed this morning As I'm pulling down the blind Yeah, the sky was dull And hypothetical And falling one cloud at a time That night in Toronto With its checkerboard floors Riding on horseback And keeping order restored 'Till 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 morning Just a little after nine In the middle of that riot I couldn't get you off my mind So I'm at your house this morning And it's a little after nine It was in Bobcaygeon Where I saw the constellations Reveal themselves one star at a time