Karaoké Bobcaygeon The Tragically Hip

I left your house this morning

'Bout a quarter after nine

Could have been the Willie Nelson

Could have 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 a time

Drove back to town this morning

With working on my mind

I thought of maybe quitting

I thought of leaving it behind

I went back to bed this morning

And as I'm pulling down the blind

Yeah, the sky was dull and hypothetical and falling one cloud at a time

That night in Toronto with its checkerboard floors

Riding on horseback and keeping order restored

Till 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

'Cos it was in Bobcaygeon where I saw the constellations

Reveal themselves one star at a time