This could be a song by George Harrison because the lyrics are that good and the voice is that humble. The string section is the lake that we float upon and the acoustic guitar is the boat that carries us across. And always with the voice just behind your shoulder. It's not a whisper, it's not a shout.
As the song progresses it approaches a sort of poetic ecstasy that flowers and fades and after there is much to discuss:
Jason Lowe recorded this track in Newcastle, New South Wales, a state on the eastern coast of Australia.