The finger snapping and sweet moan make me ready to hear “These Boots Are Made For Walking”, but Melody takes it a step further. She’s not walking out, she’s walking inwards to her weary soul. “Got a hold on my heart that keeps me bound when the whole wide world is free.” The band keeps the music from getting weary, with some hot bass and trumpet keeping everything afloat. “My home is a wreckage, a family drowned, implied in poverty.” Visiting the depths while being raised high – so high in fact, that by the end the blues have raised the narrator to laughter. Excellent composition. Shoutouts for Your Heart Is as Black as Night, Melody Gardot
