This has been a favorite song of mine for some time, sort of melancholy but also full of hope.  Another wanderer trying to find his/her place in the world, “I’m a stranger here, no one you would know/I’m from somewhere else, well, isn’t everybody though…

But for me the real sweet spot of the piece is between 2:52 and 3:50, where piano and strings join in perfection.

Midnight, it’s hard to see the stars

Out on a highway near Atlanta

Full of strip malls and used cars

First light just roll your window down

And smell the salty air

Perfume of Charleston Town