Bobcaygeon

I left your house this mornin' 'bout a quarter after nine

Could have been the Willie Nelson

Could have been the wine

When I left your house this mornin'

Was a little laugh tonight

It was in Bobcajun

I saw the constellations reveal themselves one star at a time

Drove back to town this morning with workin' on my mind

I thought of maybe quittin', thought of leavin' it behind

Went back to bed this mornin'

And as I'm pullin' down the blind

Yeah, the sky was dull and hypothetical

With fallin' one cloud at a time

That night in Toronto with its checkerboard floors

Riding on horseback and keeping order restored

To the one they couldn't hang, stepped to the mic and sang

And their voices rang with that Aryan twang

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 mornin'

Just a little after nine

'Cause it was in Bobcajan

Where I saw the constellations

Reveal themselves one star at a time