I woke up this morning, August 3rd It's been a pretty slow and uneventful summer Went to visit a friend in Santa Fe Went to New Orleans and went to see my family Woke up this morning and it occurred I needed one more track to finish up my record I was feeling out of fuel and uninspired Laid on my bed, too hung, a little down, a little tired Met my girl and we walked down Union Street I was scared and my head was in a bunch of places Bought a 350 dollar pair of lampshades And we ate at Perry's and I ordered crab cakes
Blue crab cakes Blue crab cakes Blue crab cakes
She said I seemed distracted and asked what was going on with me I said I can't explain it and it's a middle age thing She said okay and ate her eggs Benedict And I looked at the walls cluttered with sports bar shit
Sports bar shit Sports bar shit Sports bar shit
Got on the phone and I called my mother And called my father, talked a little bit with my sister She's got a new boyfriend, he's a deer hunter And she's getting used to venison And my dad's still fighting with his girlfriend About his flirting with the girls in Panera Bread My mom is good but sounded out of breath I worry so much about her, I worry to death
I worry to death I worry about her to death I worry to death
The other night I went and saw The Postal Service Ben's my friend but getting there was the worst Trying to park and getting up the hill And find a spot amongst the drunk kids staring at their cells Standing at the back with the crowd of eight thousand I thought of Ben when I met him in 2000 At a festival in Spain He was on the small stage then and I didn't know his name Now he's singing at the Greek and he's busting moves And my legs were hurting and my feet were too I called him after, said I'll skip the backstage high five But thanks for the nice music and all the exercise
And we laughed and it was alright And we laughed and it was alright And it was alright
There's a fine line between a middle-aged guy with a backstage pass And a guy with a gut hanging around like a jackass Everybody there was twenty years younger than me At least that this is not my fondest memory I carried my legs back down and then I gave My backstage passes to two cute asian girls I drove to my place near Tahoe Got in my hot tub and thought well that's how it goes And it was quiet and I was listening to the crickets And Ben's still out there, selling lots of tickets And though while we pretend that there's a temperature competitiveness But Ben's my friend and I know he gets it Then in a couple of days my meltdown passed Back to the studio doing twelve hours shifts Singing a song about one thing or another Another day behind the microphone this summer
This tenderloin summer This tenderloin summer This tenderloin summerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
