I left your house this mornin'
About a quarter after nine
Could have been the Willie Nelson
Could have been the wine
When I left your house this mornin'
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 mornin'
With workin' on my mind
I thought of maybe quittin'
I thought of leavin' it behind
I went back to bed this mornin'
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 keepin' 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 mornin'
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 mornin'
Just a little after nine
'Cause it was in Bobcaygeon where I saw the constellations
Reveal themselves one star at a time
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