This song belongs to that genre of music that briefly flourished around 5-10 years ago. The sort where artists stepped into the stream of consciousness and embraced the meandering wanderings of their lyrics to create something akin to spoken word.
As such, this work of art transcends a simple song and becomes a literary masterpiece. Finn's writing (of The Hold Steady) really shines through on this one. Itâs more like a short story, or rather a vignette, set to music. Every word is perfectly chosen, and gains an added heft of meaning.
Having lost someone in my own life too soon, I always tear up when he describes the feeling in the house, remembering my own experience of that oppressive spiritual and emotional pall that can take over a family. But the story he paints only goes on to get better from there, depicting the beauty, connection, and absurdity of life in such simple yet piercing ways. Go ahead and give it a listen, you won't regret it.