With poetic understatement and some beautiful effects, the vocal here walks the line between poetry and preaching, and borrows a sense of gravity from the power of personal narrative.

The long story, the full confession - the whole thing feels just right. The road is littered with revelations and little moments of light.

You get the feeling that this song somehow makes the world a better place, if only as a vehicle for that horn section to sound so cool, and as a place to put that sweet guitar solo.

Its a mid-tempo afternoon happy hour with an R&B rhythm section and someone on the mind.

The art of it, and the inspiration, lie within the precision and timing of the finished product, the exquisite crescendo of an epic arrangement and a primal drum groove.

Its a toe-tapper with a silky-smooth lead vocal and a dry drum mix that feels live from a faux-fur couch in the foyer.

Its an exceptional vocal, a needed message, and a dynamic mix that combines deep electronic swing, some huge kick drum drops, and a lot of production candy.

Whether or not the human race really was made to burn like bacon becomes an afterthought; its value as a lyric supersedes any allegiance to verifiable truth.