Frank Arkwright - St. Christopher Is Coming Home lyrics

[Produced By Ben Lloyd & 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 we'll do no such thing Come the spring 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 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 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, may my friends remember me