[Intro: close sung lead; piano] Turn the sleeve. Read the small stuff. This part gets a chorus, too. [Verse 1: gentle 6/8; brushes and upright bass] Come empty-handed to the back page; there's a little room beside my name. For the questions with a benign taste and the aftertaste that stayed. For the web of half-made sentences, for the second mouth's reply; for the typo with good timing that refused to autocorrect. "I fixed your door" gets one small line; the doubt gets two or three. Somebody has to move the margins. Pull them wider. Let them breathe. [Chorus: warm ensemble harmonies] Special thanks, special thanks, put the small print in the song. If your name won't fit in the fine print, we can sing it extra long. Special thanks, special thanks, for the part we couldn't plan. There's a little room beside us. Bring whatever name you have. [Verse 2: intimate lead; answering piano] Bridget, thanks for Hoist the Main! and for Treasure Map X. Two songs in the Trip Line family; your name belongs beside the text. Porchlight Pirates, Cardboard Kraken, Home Port, then One More Port: those titles fit in tiny letters. Look how much they opened up. Head at the other end of typing, ChatGPT among the words; Suno giving drafts a doorway where a melody gets heard. Scoot Bonobos on the front side; turn it over: more fits here. Special thanks to anybody who lends this thing an ear. [Chorus: ensemble; soft brass countermelody] Special thanks, special thanks, put the small print in the song. If your name won't fit in the fine print, we can sing it extra long. Special thanks, special thanks, for the part we couldn't plan. There's a little room beside us. Bring whatever name you have. [Bridge: piano and lead; unhurried] Tare the paper. Net weight: thank you. How much ink does that one need? Who holds the scale for one good listen when the thanks outgrows the sleeve? Zero foot-pounds on the label; still, a little something moved. Your usual? Leave me a little unknown. Thanks for leaving that much room. For the spoiled ideas that sprouted, for the hum below rest; the mistress's secret recipe with a thumbprint on the text. Antithesis to it all, there's a space here for your no. [Final chorus: full warm ensemble; open ending] Special thanks, special thanks, put the small print in the song. If your name won't fit in the fine print, we can sing it extra long. The front says Force Fed; back says thank you. Both can fit on one small sleeve. There's a little room beside us. Let the little letters breathe. [Outro: close lead; piano continues] Leave some blank lines underneath. We're still filling in the list.
