Текст песни St Christopher Is Coming Home - Live from the Vic, Swindon - Frank Turner

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 that we'll do no such thing
Come the spring.

But when the evening casts its 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,
But everything goes down.
And in the end I'm just a promise to pick up the phone when I'm in town.

But when the evening casts its 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,
Yes whatever else may be,
May my friends remember me.