“What are you going to do with it?” Dean asks.
“I don’t know,” I say. “Should I release it?”
“I think you could if you wanted,” He looks at me. “You’re in charge here.”
“What do you think Andy would have wanted?” I ask.
“I think he would want it out in the world. He recorded it for a reason.” Dean squeezes my knee. “But it’s up to you.”
It is up to me, and I know just what to do.
Better Yet by Andy McKinney
Here we go
Don’t let me do it alone
Here we go, no control
Do I have to ask?
You kissed me on the porch
Fireflies dancing out in the yard
Stumbling under the stars
I’d ask you to be my wife, but you already are
Here we go
What would be better yet
Than a northern summer night
Here we go (ooh, ooh, ooh, oh)
A little bit of rain never hurt anybody
Stomping through the puddles, even when it gets cold
Never thinking twice about how you’ll be tired
I’d tell you go to sleep but you’re better yet
You’ve got me so far gone
So far gone I don’t even know where my home is
You’ve put me together and better yet
You’ve made me go far
Here we go
What would be better yet
Than a northern summer night
