I’ve always preferred Elton John in his campier mode, but you can’t deny that he’s a master of the weepy ballad. This could be the soundtrack of every breakup montage in every romantic comedy ever, which is generally not a compliment. But it’s Sir Elton, and he always has a way of reaching my buttons, whether he’s all manic in glitter and go-go boots or all earnest and hungover-looking alone at a piano. He speaks the truth too, of course. It’s no newsflash that there’s nothing harder to cough up than an apology, and there’s an infinite number of sad songs to be written about it.