Текст песни Tragically Hip, The - Bobcaygeon
Tragically Hip, The - Bobcaygeon слова песни
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.