Intro: x3        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                    (strum one time till the end)   a minor   minor holiday A minor holiday