With working on my mind
And their voices rang
With that Aryan twang
Stepped to the mic and sang
And keeping order restored
Just a little after nine
And as I'm pulling down the blind
Coulda been the wine
So I'm at your house this morning
Couldn't get you off my mind
'Til the men they couldn't hang
And falling one cloud at a time
Drove back to town this morning
Yeah, the sky was dull and hypothetical
With its checkerboard floors
Coulda been the Willie Nelson
That night in Toronto
Just a little after nine
In the middle of that riot
I got to your house this morning
'Cause it was in Bobcaygeon where I saw the constellations
Reveal themselves, one star at a time
When I left your house this morning
It was a little after nine
Riding on horseback
Thought of leaving it behind
I thought of maybe quitting
Went back to bed this morning
It was in Bobcaygeon, I saw the constellations
