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