From the recording Still Sitting Backstage
Bob Davoli: guitar and lead vocals
Kathleen Parks: fiddle and harmony vocals
Kevin Barry: dobro, electric guitar, and lap steel
Jesse Williams: string bass
Lyrics
My sleepy seaside town
Wakes up in the middle of May
Goes back to sleep
Just after Labor Day
Sultry air feels
Just like Summer love
Heady with lusty
Anticipation
Oh, I’m way past middle age
Still longing for center stage
Trying to silence my rage
Cause I’m still sitting backstage
Lonesome old men
Still trying to write love songs
Drowning on the beach
In a sea of thongs
Labor Day has come and gone
Everything feels so wrong
Autumn celebrates death
With crimson on her breath
Oh, I’m way past middle age
Still longing for center stage
Trying to silence my rage
Cause I’m still sitting backstage
But I remember those days
When we walked hand in hand
Bare feet dancing in the sand
Our smiles floating on the breeze
Long, empty beaches
Aching for bare feet
Wild winds blow
I can’t hear my heartbeat
Oh, I love the scent of your smile
And my black widow flower
Ravens are screaming
Louder and louder
Oh, I’m way past middle age
Still longing for center stage
Trying to silence my rage,
Cause I’m still sitting backstage
My sleepy seaside town
Woke up in the middle of May
Went back to sleep
Just after Labor Day