| Song | Uncle Wally |
| Artist | Umphrey's McGee |
| Album | Charleston |
| Leave it on, a note to pass | |
| Often untold | |
| The only thing we've clung to | |
| Is not our own | |
| Leaving on, remove the path | |
| The plot is then sold | |
| The only thing we've clung to | |
| Is not our own | |
| And I can tell left from right | |
| I needn't be warned | |
| And every time I round the corner | |
| I'll remember that | |
| Opposite's next in line | |
| No clearer in form | |
| What option did I have? |