Origineel
I left your house this morning,
‘Bout 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 time
Drove back to town this morning,
With working on my mind
I thought of maybe quittin’,
Thought of leavin’ it behind
Went back to bed this morning
And as I’m pullin’ down the blind,
Yeah, 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 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 time
Vertaling
Ik verliet je huis vanmorgen,
Ongeveer kwart over negen.
Het had de Willie Nelson kunnen zijn,
Coulda been the wine
When I left your house this morning,
Het was iets na negenen
Het was in Bobcaygeon, Ik zag de constellaties
Zichzelf openbaren, ster voor ster
Ik reed vanmorgen terug naar de stad,
Met werken in mijn gedachten
Ik dacht aan stoppen,
Ik dacht eraan om het achter me te laten.
Ging terug naar bed vanmorgen
And as I’m pullin’ down the blind,
Yeah, the sky was dull and hypothetical
And fallin’ one cloud at a time
Die nacht in Toronto,
With its checkerboard floors
Riding on horseback,
En de orde hersteld,
Til The Men They Couldn’t Hang,
naar de microfoon stapten en zongen,
En hun stemmen klonken met die Arische twang
Ik kwam vanmorgen bij je huis aan,
Net na negenen
In het midden van die rel,
Couldn’t get you off my mind
Dus, ik ben vanmorgen bij je huis,
Iets na negenen
Want, het was in Bobcaygeon
waar ik de sterrenbeelden zichzelf zag openbaren
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