Текст (слова) песни: Tragically Hip, The - Bobcaygeon
I left your house this morning about 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 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 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 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 a time.
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