I left your house this morning 'Bout a quarter after nine Coulda been the Willie Nelson Coulda been the wine When I left your house this morning, It 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 of maybe quittin' 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 hypothetical And fallin' one cloud at a time That night in Toronto With its checkerboard floors Riding on horseback And keeping 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 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 Where I saw the constellations reveal themselves One star at time