Lyrically, this song recalls some of the themes explored in Bruce Springsteen’s Tunnel Of Love, namely, that of a rich, satisfied man searching for what’s real and crucial in life (no, it wasn’t written by Bridges; John Goodwin penned the tune). But the musical landscape – brushes on the snare, a gliding pedal steel – is pure Hank Williams, and it suits the lush voices of Bridges and Roseanne Cash to a T.
Jackson Smith applies a simple yet effective baritone guitar solo that gives way to the final verse and chorus. What’s remarkable about the song, and the whole album, really, is how each word seems to come straight from Jeff Bridges’ inner being. As is the case with his greatest screen performances, you believe his every line - no, you believe that they're not just lines. And when Ms Cash repeats those thoughts in kind, it’s like hearing two lovers speak to each other in private.