Jet Lag

I’ve heard it said the trick
Is to set your watch when you hit the plane –
That way you can trick
The workings of a tired brain.
But sometimes I feel sick.
Sometimes I just feel so drained
And cut down to the quick,
Longing for that voice again.
On the phone
You always ask if I’m OK
But it’s not the same as being happy.

I travelled 40,000 miles last year
And I’m working on the same again.
I fell for 15 different girls
And nearly lost all of my friends.
Well I am jet set, jet lag, jaded;
You’re always 16 hours ahead
Quietly reminding me how I used to be.

Airports make me sad.
I’m sure they shouldn’t all be the same.
But they’re just landing pads,
Boring tourist shopping chains.
I remember times we had,
Drinking while we wait for your plane,
Feeling kinda bad,
Wondering which one of us has changed.
Cause we used to be slick,
Subtle young hips, romantic young kissable lips,
Unbearably sharp, unbreakable hearts,
With wide eyes and faith
That life could never pull apart if we were OK.
But distance kills the best of intentions
And I never intended it to be this way.

I travelled 40,000 miles last year
And I’m working on the same again.
I fell for 15 different girls
And nearly lost all of my friends.
Oh I am jet set, jet lag, jaded;
You’re always 16 hours ahead
Quietly reminding me how I used to be.

I’m trying to remember how I used to be…
Used to be slick

By Frank Turner

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