I wrote this song in 2023, in the wake of my best friend Tom's death from pancreatic cancer. It still doesn't feel real. Or even fair. But it's never been more clear to me since Tom passed that he left the world a better place because of the joy and the passion the generosity that he gave to those that knew him. Truth be told, I needed more than a little Scotch to make it through this song... which I always pictured as being sung in an Irish pub. And that may be why I crammed as many pipes and harps and flutes in this song that I could muster. For that matter, if you listen close you can even hear my old bodhrán from Galway hammering away in there. Not to mention the accordion. Then again it is a polka, if you didn't notice. And there's a lot of polka to be found in Cleveland.