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.
But 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,
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 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,
Whatever else may be, I will not forget my friends.
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