Jordan Patterson has a perfect voice in the same way that Karen Dalton, the lovechild of Billie Holiday and Kermit the Frog, does. It’s so achingly expressive that people call it a gift. She sings like a sentient Disney princess, like a person who thinks the birds make music worth listening to. She’s jubilant and loose, but “Racecar,” antithetical to its flighty premise, feels grounded. It is, at its core, a piano ballad. She wonders where home should be—Atlanta, New York, or her native LA—or, if home is a place at all. A chorus of children sing in tandem: “When something is born / When something is gone / When nothing feels right / Give it time.” She gasps for air as the song swells into something drum-machine forward, less organic, but full of heart. Her inflection could come off kitschy, too whimsical in its sentimentality, given her theater background. It never does.