Sun Kil Moon - Ben's My Friend Lyrics
I woke up this morning, August 3rdIt's been a pretty slow and uneventful summerWent to visit a friend in Santa FeWent to New Orleans and went to see my familyWoke up this morning and it occurredI needed one more track to finish up my recordI was feeling out of fuel and uninspiredLaid on my bed, too hung, a little down, a little tiredMet my girl and we walked down Union StreetI was scared and my head was in a bunch of placesBought a 350 dollar pair of lampshadesAnd we ate at Perry's and I ordered crab cakesBlue crab cakesBlue crab cakesBlue crab cakesShe said I seemed distracted and asked what was going on with meI said I can't explain it and it's a middle age thingShe said okay and ate her eggs BenedictAnd I looked at the walls cluttered with sports bar shitSports bar shitSports bar shitSports bar shitGot on the phone and I called my motherAnd called my father, talked a little bit with my sisterShe's got a new boyfriend, he's a deer hunterAnd she's getting used to venisonAnd my dad's still fighting with his girlfriendAbout his flirting with the girls in Panera BreadMy mom is good but sounded out of breathI worry so much about her, I worry to deathI worry to deathI worry about her to deathI worry to deathThe other night I went and saw The Postal ServiceBen's my friend but getting there was the worstTrying to park and getting up the hillAnd find a spot amongst the drunk kids staring at their cellsStanding at the back with the crowd of eight thousandI thought of Ben when I met him in 2000At a festival in SpainHe was on the small stage then and I didn't know his nameNow he's singing at the Greek and he's busting movesAnd my legs were hurting and my feet were tooI called him after, said I'll skip the backstage high fiveBut thanks for the nice music and all the exerciseAnd we laughed and it was alrightAnd we laughed and it was alrightAnd it was alrightThere's a fine line between a middle-aged guy with a backstage passAnd a guy with a gut hanging around like a jackassEverybody there was twenty years younger than meAt least that this is not my fondest memoryI carried my legs back down and then I gaveMy backstage passes to two cute asian girlsI drove to my place near TahoeGot in my hot tub and thought well that's how it goesAnd it was quiet and I was listening to the cricketsAnd Ben's still out there, selling lots of ticketsAnd though while we pretend that there's a temperature competitivenessBut Ben's my friend and I know he gets itThen in a couple of days my meltdown passedBack to the studio doing twelve hours shiftsSinging a song about one thing or anotherAnother day behind the microphone this summerThis tenderloin summerThis tenderloin summerThis tenderloin summer
