He shines when he sticks to what he does best: love songs and flights of fancy. The finest song on the album is "November," a story of a slowly dying love affair. Its opening imagery of a “Moth on the windowpane/ Could be alive or dead,” coupled with a delicate melody and gentle, poetic storytelling makes this an effective, moving work. Too bad Cross couldn’t bottle what he’s done here and brew it into an album’s worth of consistently good material.
The majority of the remaining songs are unmemorable, like leftovers from an earlier era. And the cloying album closer, “Prayin’,” might have been better left on the cutting room floor.
Christopher Cross is a talented singer-songwriter. Sadly there are only fleeting glimpses of that talent on Doctor Faith.