“I know the shape of a great heartache,” Crain sighs in her dusky alto on “High Horse,” a track about emotional muscle memory, embellished with threads of mournful steel guitar.

Or when she rides a Phoenix-style disco beat on “High Horse.”

"Lie still, lie still, my ain dear babe; Ye work your mother wae:30 Your father rides on high horse back, Cares little for us twae."