Jet Lag - Frank Turner

Heard it said, the trick

Is to set your watch when you hit the plane

And 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

It’s not the same as being happy

I traveled 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

But while 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

For 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

With subtle young hips, romantic young kissable lips

Unbearably sharp, unbreakable heart

With wide eyes and faith

That life could never pull apart if we were OK

But distance kills the best of intentions

I never intended it to be this way

I’m trying to remember how I used to be

I used to be so slick

That was the one!

…what?

Was it?

Yup!