I woke up this morning, August, 3rd

It′s been a pretty slow and uneventful summer

Went to visit a friend in Santa FeWent to New Orleans and went to see my family

Woke up this morning and it occurred

I needed one more track to finish up the record

I was feeling out of fuel and uninspired

Laid in my bed too long, a little down, a little tired

I 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 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 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 amongst the drunk kids staring at their cells

Staring at the back at the crowd of eight thousand

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

I called him after, said, "I'll skip the backstage "Hi/Bye"

But 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

There′s a thin line between a middle-aged guy with a backstage pass

And a guy with a gut hangin′ around like a jackass

Everybody was 20 years younger than me

At least I leave with this as my fondest memory

I carried my legs back down the hill

Gave my backstage pass to two cute Asian girls

I drove to my place near Tahoe

Got in my hot tub and I thought, "Well, that's how it goes"

It was quiet and I was listening to the crickets

And Ben′s still out there, selling lots of tickets

And though I'm tentative there′s attention better than this

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-hour shifts

Singing a song about one thing or another

Another day behind the microphone this summer

This tenderloin summer

This tenderloin summer

This tenderloin summer