"Here we go mistaking clouds for mountains," Andrew Bird sings. Maybe I've been doing this recently, seeing obstacles where perhaps none exists, and that's why I have this track on repeat. Love this sweet live version, with a folky jam section, and whistling, natch.
PS - this whole album really grew on me (I typed this and then Googled the NPR review, which described the album as a grower). Yes, give it a few listens, and you'll find yourself returning to the quiet depths of Break It Yourself.
