[ Featuring T. Buckley ]
I left your house this morning
About 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
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 behind
Went back to bed this morning
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
I couldn't get you off my mind
So I'm at your house this morning
And it's a little after nine
It was in Bobcaygeon
Where I saw the constellations
Reveal themselves one star at a time
