St Christopher Is Coming Home

Monday morning, 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

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 maybe 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

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

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 maybe may my friends remember me