Sad, lonely call of the ashen plains of the Midwest. You can almost see the tumbleweeds and smell the horse poop as the slow-tempoed twangy tremolo guitar, slide electric swells, piano, brushed drums and percussion create a mood right out of the deserted southwest - or any city named after Armadillos, dead Allman Brothers or with `Gulch' in the name. Gets spare @:30 as a sole guitar plays a lead, building back to a fuller mix @:42. 80 bpm (Amin)