Down on the Knuckle The Decemberists

[Verse 1]
Emory said he's got a cold comin' on
Climbed into bed, stayed all summer long
"If I don't come out too soon
Maybe I'll hang on 'til June."
Down on the knuckle

[Verse 2]
Sylvia knows a little hideaway
Scrawling out prose she couldn't give away
A life spent all indoors
Well, isn't that what doors are for?
Down on the knuckle

[Chorus 1]
Down on the knuckle
Oh, the weather's dreary
Here down on the knuckle

[Verse 3]
Your relatives write cheery monologues
Hoping you might find your only analog
So make another list
Of the mandatory things you've missed
Down on the knuckle