The Tragically Hip Bobcaygeon song lyrics

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