Bobcaygeon

I left your house this morning,

'Bout a quarter after nine.

Coulda been the Willie Nelson,

Coulda been the wine

When I left your house this morning,

It was a little after nine

It was in Bobcaygeon, I saw the constellations

Reveal themselves, one star at time

Drove back to town this morning,

With working on my mind

I thought of maybe quittin',

Thought of leavin' it behind

Went back to bed this morning

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 keeping 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 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

Where I saw the constellations reveal themselves

One star at time