I rehearsed today down in the bay
With a bunch of singers
And a string section, too
Came home in the afternoon, sunk into my chair
Took in the sun, thinking about what a friend said
About bullshit versus more important issues
The doors all started buzzing
Caroline went downstairs, and a crackhead fled
Two FedEx packages were ripped to shreds
She filed a report and I called the building manager
And let her know, and the next morning
A neighbor came over
And we talked it over
We went to bed
Turned on CNN
In South Carolina
Nine were shot dead
The killer looks like a little boy
And not a man, so tonight
I can’t address nothing else that’s happening
Friday was the show
With Chuck and Steph
Last night was a fight with Andre Ward
And an overweight Paul Smith
A piece of Smith’s face went flying
In the ninth round
The ref stepped in, and the noise from the crowd
Was so intense, cause Steph Curry was in the house
And today is Father’s Day
Called my dad
And he sounded okay
Told him I was recording
But that on Wednesday
Gonna go pull fish from the ocean, have a cookout
With Caroline in a brand new kitchen
Oh, today is Father’s Day
Just talked with my dad
And he’s doing okay
And his girlfriend went to lunch
That’s all he needs, he’s eighty-one
He’s a simple man and full of love
And I miss him a bunch
Oh, today is Father’s Day
Called my dad, and I’m so happy
That I can say
That after years of struggle
He’s one of my best friends
No matter what his faults
I will always love that man
And it’s Tuesday
And I’m dueting with Rachel
She’s penned down, and so is Neil, and so is Justin
Maybe they’re on to something
What is next?
And when will I face death?
Do I want kids? We both think «no»
But I hear them laughing on the playground at school
And I think about life
With all its pain and hurdles
I still love lily pads at the top of the pond
And the painted turtles
And I love Cat Stevens
And Neil Young’s songs
And I love Owen Ashworth’s music
When we’re driving along
And I think about life
With all its spewing venom
And I still love playing, that’s getting up On stage and entertaining
I look to the sky
And all of its beautiful shades of blue
And I’m so happy to pass through these places
That have led me to you
Will I ever hear people say
Happy Father’s Day
Will I ever hear people say
Happy Father’s Day
Got the money, got the space
Got the right girl, everything’s in place
Will there ever be our kid out there
On the playground, laughing and playing
For half of my life
That playground
Has been my Very favorite sound
They wake me in the morning
Then in the afternoon
I write music to the sound of them
During their after school programs in my living room
This morning, my world
Was so strange and quiet
Walked on the marina for exercise
I’ve been trying to maintain some kind of diet
My sister said my father’s
Skin is getting dry, that his hands are black and blue
Like my grandfather’s was
When I was five
I’m going to meet Caroline
Down the road for Chinese
We’ll go to the new hospital over there
And the cat still sleeps at the fish market across the street
And here we are, back in my room
Watching a movie on TV
And I’m looking for the picture of my sister’s kids in a garden
And it’s gotten me thinking