Crushing. Those opening strings sound just a little too syrupy and maudlin, and I'm worried about where this is taking me. But then they hide away, and the song is spare--barren, even. It's just piano, and Randy trying with all his might to hit those high notes. (He can't do it, of course--but bless his heart for trying and failing.) And then the strings are back, lifting him up (just a little) and protecting him (just a little). It's not enough, though, because nothing is. You can persevere, and you can become a success, and everything can be going your way. And it doesn't matter--not even a little--when you lose what you can't ever get back. I suppose it should bother me the lyrics are all cliche, but I couldn't care less. Sometimes cliches are cliches because they say what most of us can't say in any better way, and sometimes originality and atypical eloquence just paper over what's universal in what we're feeling.