♫ a song for august 3rd…

Ben’s My Friend

I woke this morning, august, 3rd
It’s 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 chapter to finish up here
I was feeling out of fuel and uninspired
Laid on my bed, I got 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 we ordered crab cakes

Blue crab cakes, blue crab cakes
BLUE CRAB CAKES

She said I seemed distracted and asked what’s going on with me
I said I can’t explain it, it’s a middle age thing
She said ok 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 him
My sister, she’s got a new boyfriend, he’s a deer hunter
And she’s getting used to medicine
And my dad’s still fighting with his girlfriend
About him flirting with them girls up in ??
My momma’s good but she 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
Tryna park and getting up the hill
And find a spot among drunk kids staring at themselves
Staring at the back I forgot I’m 8000
Thought of Ben when I met him, in 2000
At a festival in Spain, he was on a 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 hurt and then my feet were, too
Calling after settling, said I’ll skip the backstage high five
Thanks for the nice music and all the exercise

And we laughed and it was alright, and we laughed and it was alright
IT WAS ALRIGHT

Between a middle guy man with a backstage pass
Hanging around like a jackass
Everybody was 20 years younger than me
??
I drove to my place near Tahoe
Got in my hot tub and thought that’s over
It was quiet and I was listening to the crickets
And Ben still out there, selling lots of tickets
?? then in a couple of days my meltdown passed
Back to the studio doing 12 hours shifts
Singing a song about one thing or another
Every day behind this tender, long summer

This tender, long summer, this tender, long summer
THIS TENDER, LONG SUMMER

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