Lee Ann Womack knows how to play the heart strings of America. "I Hope You Dance" remains synonymous with Kleenex the way that Budweiser goes with Buffalo wings. However, having scrapped an album of tear-jerking ballads, Womack does not go for power pop here, but rather settles for an intimate relationship crossroads tune. "Last Call" chronicles a troubled woman assuming that her unforgettable ex-lover is drunk-dialing, and teasing out the imagery of that circumstance.
In truth, few could tackle this contemporary social syndrome as well as Country's little lady, but it's the broken descriptions, that feel like run-on sentences that hold this back from a hit. "I bet you're in a bar, listenin' to a Country song / Glass of Johnny Walker Red, with no one to take you home" feels more Tracy Chapman than Tracy Lawrence. While the profoundness of always being someone's "last call" is true to Womackian form, the song itself feels much too forced, and the listener fails to understand why anyone habitually falls back in love with a 2 am drunk.