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