SINGER: The Tragically Hip

SONG:Bobcaygeon

Left your house this morning,
'bout a quater after nine.
could have been the willie nelson,
could have been the wine.
When i left your house this morning,
was a little after nine.
it was in bobcaygeon, i saw the constellations
reveal themselves, one star at time.
Drove back to town this morning,
with working on my mind.
i thought i'd may be quitten,
'thought of leavin' it behind.
Went back to bed this morning
and as i'm pullin' down the blind,
yeah, the sky was dull and hypathetical.
and fallen one cloud at a time.
That night in toronto,
where there's checkered board floors.
riding on horse back,
and keeping order restored,
to the man they couldn't hang,
stepped to mic and sang,
and their voices rang where their airen's wait.
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 morning,
just a little after nine.
'cause, it was in bobcaygeon,
i saw the constellations reveal themselves,
one star at time.