Lizzie, she forms the second Big Theme of the work, y'unnerstann, (Ben calls to her in "Run"; "Together is much better, so let's run!") a theme reaches its apex in the piano-and-vocal-only "Thirteen", a twilight-colored ode to this woman done wove spectacular, ineffable splendors o'er Sir Kweller's shaking soul.

It's a beautiful, fragile moment has the effect the title track of Ryan Adams' Rock And Roll might have on the listener; a somewhat disarming, aching, reflective, naked moment midst a series of glorious, fists-aloft anthems all sonically lapping at reflections of The Greats (In Adams' case, your Morrissey / Marrs, your Cobains, your Gallaghers - in Kweller's case the aforementioned Petty, Springsteen, Dando et al).

"We danced in the moonlight at midnight" coos Ben to Liz, "We pressed against back doors and wood floors / And you never faked it."

Sundry memories and anecdotes mined for this intensely private ode to this one particular lass, and yet every other line brings with it a cavalcade o' memories clogging up a fella's own mind-wax as he listens to this however many thousands o' miles removed from the troubadour and his muse. Much like how Mike Skinner manages to dot his verses with references to names and places mean nothing to no-one but him, and yet the whole affair seems as universal as "I Wanna Hold Your Hand", much like that, says I, "Thirteen" could be about anyone anywhere, and yet no, it couldn't.

"We met on the front porch, fell in love on the phone…"

"We questioned religions, gave bread to the pigeons,
We learned how to pray"

"Was in the back of a taxi that you told me you loved me,
And that I wasn't alone."

Says Kweller himself by way o' the Press Release doohickey:

'Thirteen' was a breakthrough for me. As a songwriter with pop sensibilities, you can feel pressured to always write big, sing-along choruses. Lately I find myself placing the importance on emotional content and not on standard pop technique. With 'Thirteen' I just kept writing verse after verse and never felt the need for the chorus… I was thinking of Liz and all that we've been through in eight years… All these emotions were pouring out of me while I was writing it.

My lady-friend, Beautiful Ms Gillian, she's meeting me by the floral displays outside the theater other side of the river. She kisses me and then, oh, says she, what's that, now, upside your cheek?