It is worth the price of admission just to hear David wail out "Sylvie," a Harry Belefonte standard from -- shoot, I don't know -- 45 years ago. It's not so much that David is breathing new life into the song as much as the song has wrapped itself, finally, around his spine. It is a song of release, or the desperate need for release, and it belongs here as much as any other tune on the CD. Maybe every artist should be required to play "Sylvie." Line "Sylvie" up with The Dream, One Brother, Locomotive Blues and Believe and, well, you get the sense that David is going somewhere with all of this, in contrast to "Big Machine," in which it seemed he was standing his ground and shaking his fist at just about everything. I do wish this CD had some of that righteous indignation, but damnit . . . . it's been a long, hard road for too many years for too many of us and we hot and tired and dry and prisoners. Prisoners. Listen to Apology and you get a sense of at least one (and yes, it is only one) reason why. So, yes, David is going somewhere with this and, like all good artists, he does not claim to know where. But, he's got a pretty good sense of how he's going to get there. What's the phrase? It's not the destination, it's the journey? Well, as trite as that may sound (and I hate it when I get those greeting cards . . .), it ain't a lie. David provides some interludes, glimpses of the different paths along the way -- up the Big Hill, to the Cabin, down to Lake Elni, through Broken Dreams, on a Locomotive, to Sweet Water, down into the Mine, and at long last to the Creek. All are images of movement, things going up, down, this way and that way . . . . why? Because, we all need someone to talk to, so you better get moving and find somebody or something. And that's where David leaves us -- needing someone to talk to because it's been a long, hard road and we're hot and dry and thirsty and even if you're lying to me, Sylvie (and I know you are) . . . can I have a little water, please? Sylvie?