Some days I wake up dazed my dear, And I don't know where I am. I've been running now so long I'm scared I've forgotten how to stand. And I stand alone in airport bars And gather thoughts to think: That if all I had was one long road It could drive a man to drink. But then I remember you, And the way you shine like truth in all you do. And if you remembered me, You could save me from the way I tend to be.
Frank Turner, Way I tend To Be










