St Christopher Is Coming Home
Turner Frank Lyrics

Monday morning, comes a crawling in
The start of a new week feels exhausting and unpleasant.

From another weekend choked with cigarettes and sin
The weekend was full of unhealthy behavior and regrets.

I've been busy, so much lately
I've been occupied with various responsibilities and activities recently.

That every time I get some time to spend
Whenever I have free time,

I end up drunk or sleeping in
I usually end up drinking too much or sleeping late.

And I miss you, you're busy too
I feel a longing for my friend, but understand that they are also occupied.

We call each other up, when we're messed up
We typically only call each other when we're under the influence of alcohol or drugs.

And say we'll meet in the New Year
We make vague plans to see each other in the future.

But it's perfectly clear we'll do no such thing
We both know that we probably won't follow through with those plans.

Come the spring
Once spring arrives,

When the evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days
As I grow older and reflect on my life,

And I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay
And I have reached a point where I am content with where I am in life.

When my wandering meanderings have finally reached their end
When I am done with my restless and aimless journeys.

Yeah whatever else maybe I will not forget my friends
Despite all of life's uncertainties, my friends will always be important to me.

Friday evening, barely even begins
The start of the weekend on Friday evening feels like it doesn't last long enough.

Before my phone begins to ring with people asking where I am
People start calling me to find out where I am and what I'm doing.

And I can't suppress a smile, we talk a while
I can't help but smile when I talk to my friends.

The chances are that I am far away and so I'm phased out of the plan
But I may be too far away to meet up with them, so I end up being left out of their plans.

And that's how I miss out, on another night
This is how I end up missing out on another fun night.

The kind of night where nothing really happens
But the kind of night where nothing really significant occurs.

Yeah but everything goes down
But anything and everything can happen and it's still enjoyable.

And at the end I'm just a promise to pick up the phone
By the end of the night, all I can promise is that I'll answer my phone when they call.

When I'm in town
If and when I happen to be in town.

When the evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days
Again, as I grow older and reflect on my life,

And I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay
And I am content with where I am in my life and where I will remain.

When my wandering meanderings have finally reached their end
And I am done with my aimless journeys.

Yeah whatever else maybe may my friends remember me
Despite everything else that may happen in life, I hope that my friends will always remember me.