Bobcaygeon
(Tragically Hip)
I left your house this morning, about a quarter after nine
Could have been the Willie Nelson, it could a been the wine
When I left your house this morning, it was a little after nine
It was in Bobcaygeon, where I saw the constellations
Reveal themselves, one star at a time
Drove back to town this morning, with working on my mind
I thought of maybe quitting, thought of leaving it all behind
Went back to bed this morning, and as I’m pulling down the blind
The sky was dull and hypothetical, and falling one cloud at a time
That night in Toronto, with its checkered board floors
Riding on horseback, and keeping order restored
Til the man they couldn’t hang, stepped to the mic and sang
And their voices rang, in an Aryan twang
I got to your house this morning, just a little after nine
In the middle of a 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 a time