Songwriters: Joey Burns, John Convertino
 
 Thumbtacks all spread out across your hometown state
 A hollow tree at half mast
 Wait until wintertime, leaves a paper trail
 And a licorice plant that's overgrown
 
 Like a cabin in the woods on a minor
 Like a minor holiday
 
 Wool rich, red plaid wool, Irish whiskey glass
 Here comes my fine bright haired lass
 Like a trash fire burning and burning it
 My heart could never write, the words never fail
 
 And 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
 Minor holiday, minor holiday
 Oh, minor holiday, going back and forth
 On a minor holi, minor holiday, a minor holiday