Working in a call center, you get a lot of odd things on the other end of the line. Most of the time it's human oddity in all its many, splendid varieties. But every so often, it's someone else's hold music. Usually the latter is either aggressively inoffensive elevator music, or country.
But the other day, I caught the first lines of the third stanza of M Ward's For Beginners. And that brightened the day just a little bit.