Frank Turner - St christopher is coming home

^AmMon^Fda^Cy ^Emmorning, comes a crawling in From another weekend choked with cigarettes and sin 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 ^AmBut^F i^Ct'^Gs perfectly clear we'll do no such thing, Come the spring

^GWh^Cen^F t^Che evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days ^GAn^Cd ^FI am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay ^GWh^Cen^F m^Cy wandering meanderings have finally reached their end ^GYe^Cah^F whatever else maybe I will not forget my friends

^AmFri^Fda^Cy ^Emevening, 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 The 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 ^AmAnd^F a^Ct ^Gthe end I'm just a promise to pick up the phone, When I'm in town

^GWh^Cen^F t^Che evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days ^GAn^Cd ^FI am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay ^GWh^Cen^F m^Cy wandering meanderings have finally reached their end ^GYe^Cah^F whatever else maybe may my friends remember me