I left your house this morning,
'Bout a quater 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 theirvoices 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.