T-clog takes Strike Three

Almost: This song doesn't do much for me except that it gets me to look at the play list to see what's next. When I hear it, I get a gray picture in my head. It is of a dehydrated woman sitting and looking out of a drafty upstairs window on a cool and rainy day. The lyrics are okay, but they haunt my focus. I can ALMOST smell the dirty smoke that ALMOST pours out of her mouth as she sings. Sorry Dan, but it might be my least favorite tune on the album.