This one feels like the return of Patsy Cline, not just with vocal tone, but with the writing style as well. Desiree Cannon patiently spins a yarn about love and holding on with a lazy waltz, guitar tremolo, and a double bass.
The beauty of the writing style here is the naked, unadorned moment that comes across with the band - it’s just words, and longing, and a voice as pure as boiled water. This is a slow dance with your ride-or-die, with a ballad on the juke: