Bobcaygeon

I left your house this morning

'Bout a quarter after nine

Coulda been the Willie Nelson

Could of 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 a 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 a time