Wouldn't Change a Thing

“For my dad — who made his own way, taught himself to build half of Alexandria with his own two hands, and raised me with more wisdom than one boy could hold. He chased this music across the country before I was born; now he keeps a garden and a herd of cows all named Moe on Kent Island, and still asks every Christmas for the same thing: peace on earth, good will toward men. Here's some music that followed you home, Dad. Thank you for everything. I wouldn't change a thing.”