[Intro] [Rhodes and string pad, shaker only, no vocal] [One soft sigh] [Verse] [Whispered, close-mic] I started at Antigua and I did what they ask. I went down the names like a reasonable task. Canada was in it. Mexico too. I kept my finger moving the way that you do. (mmm) [Chorus] [Still close, a little more tone. Muted trumpet: A, C, D, C, A, then rest] There's a hole in the alphabet, between Kingdom and Uruguay. They left me the islands and left the country away. I said, it's a menu. Be quiet. Let it go. Then the feeling overrode what I know. (yeah) [soft sigh] [Verse] [Whispered] Outlying islands. A virgin shore. Pieces of a name, and the name I live in ignored. United this. United that. The one on my mailbox never made the slot. I thought the house was built on this ground. Odd to sell the door and leave the house out. (mmm) [Chorus] There's a hole in the alphabet, between Kingdom and Uruguay. They left me the islands and left the country away. I said, it's a menu. Be quiet. Let it go. Then the feeling overrode what I know. (yeah) [Bridge] [Shaker only, wider strings, no trumpet] Maybe I’m not one they meant to include. Maybe the box is just tired and rude. I got over it. I did. Pretty quick. Then I opened my mouth and the line was still sick. [Last verse] [Almost spoken] So write it wrong. Write it anyway. A small sad fact at the end of the day. I am not a territory. I am not a spare. If you know the country, put the country there. [Outro] [Hold D minor. Trumpet once: A, C, D, C, A. One breath. No major chord.]
