I left your house this morning
About a quarter
after night
Could have been the well and outside
It could have been the wine
When I left your house this morning
Was a little after nine
It was in vacation
I saw the constellations
Reveal themselves one star at a time
Drove back to town this morning
With workin' on my mind
I thought of maybe quitting Thought of leavin' it behind
Went back to bed this morning
As I'm pullin' down blind
Well 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 orders stalled
Till the man they couldn't name Stepped to the mic and sang
And their voices rang With the Aryan twang
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
It was in vacation I saw the
constellations Reveal themselves one star
at a time
Vacation
Vacation Vacation