"Roy's Accordion"

Bailey: vocals

Dohr: vocals

Oeffling: guitar, mandolin, bass, organ, keyboards, accordion, drums, drum programming, shakers, tambourine, claps, snaps, vocals

Swanson: accordion assistance

Tinsley: vocals

You were on fire

Dodging the question marks

Before you retired

To stages and safer parts

With your apple a day after church in the shade

Oh, knowing is loving is showing that somebody completes you

I've spent many moons with you

I've spent half my life with you

I've been trying not to use

It seems we've mentioned it all

The bushes we beat for truth

You say it's not hard to make the bed in the morning

Come on, you know me better than the others do

In knowing you better

All-knowing, know-nothing, do-nothing

Know that nothing's ever tried to forget you

Ginger shots and oils and herbs and just trying to follow your suit

I've spent half of us on the couch

And I swear I've been trying not to use

I remember when we first decided eyes were fine

Settlements of sentinels all starfished across the lawn

And drenched in gambling debt

Through sugarcoated, candytone-switched dialects in second winds

Calling out for anyone to catch their drift

Men of many hats choose Rogaine stains for better days

Holding hands beneath their noses

Those fauxmads on the beach have lost their scholarships

To Sean Hannity's all-star band

Pickling cigarillos in their dogbreath newslang bins

Heaping tablespoons, off on Deseret vacation

Some spend a summer at the Great Wolf Lodge for conversation

Some tried for hours to flesh out a two head reservation

Some on the high horse, off the wagon, lending Lent replacements

You tripped the light fantastic

Hillside strangled, bottlenecked, all gapers' blocked and frantic

Stop-stared dead and dropped the ball among all other plans

And put up pedestals for parents

When you unpursed your pepperminted lips to say yes