Frank Turner - St. Christopher Is Coming Home lyrics

Monday morning comes a-crawling in
From another weekend choked with
Cigarettes and sin
And I've been busy so much lately
That every time I get some time to spend
I end up drunk or sleeping in
And I miss you, you're busy too
We call each other up when we're messed up
And say we'll meet in the New Year
But, it's perfectly clear we'll
Do no such thing come the spring
When the evening casts it's shadows on
The corners of my days
And I am old and I am settled
In the place where I will stay
When my wandering meanderings have
Finally reached their end
Yeah, whatever else may be
I will not forget my friends

Friday evening barely even begins
Before my phone begins to ring with
People asking where I am
And I can't suppress a smile, we talk a while
But chances are that I am far away and
So I'm phased out of the plan
And that's how I miss out on another night
The kind of night where
Nothing really happens
Yeah, but everything goes down
And at the end I'm just a
Promise to pick up the phone
When I'm in town

When the evening casts it's shadows on
The corners of my days
And I am old and I am settled
In the place where I will stay
When my wandering meanderings have
Finally reached their end
Yeah whatever else may be
May my friends remember me