Writer's Minor Holiday, thumb tacks spread out
Across your hometown state, hollow tree at half mast
Wait until wintertime
Leaves a paper trail, a licorice plant that's over___grown
Like a cabin in the woods on a minor
Like a minor holiday
Woolrich red plaid wolf
Irish whiskey glass, here comes my fine bright haired lass
Like a trash fire burning and burning it
My heart could never right, the words never fail
Tucked under your cap and for a moment
There's a stillness before the room spins again
A Minor holiday, spin it again
Ride it out so you can tell
Wasted on the weekend
Making good time with my excuse, where the plot lines are like dead ends
Floating in her eyes at the bottom of a well
Floating in her eyes ride it out for a spell
On a Minor holiday Transfer this weight
On a Minor holiday Transfer this weight
On a Minor holiday a Minor holiday
On a Minor holiday Going back and forth
a minor, minor holiday
A minor holiday