 But many of the songs dismount with a reliance on assumption. Even if the beloved returns, we are to believe that the no-good mother has changed their ways, and that there is a renewed period of happily-ever-after. The songs like this I love most, like Don't Take My Sunshine Away by the Soul Children, just end with a rotation of chorus, a single man's voice stomping along the outskirts of a song with short yelps and shouts that become almost unintelligible. Some version of I Don't Know What I'd Do If, even as the music fades down, the voice still haunts.