Sea Legs - Frank Turner

Moving, keep moving, the tour never stops

In the light of petrol stations and cheap corner shops

I have finally figured a list of the things that I’ve got

And the things that I’m not

I need you, I need you, I need you to care

When I’m moving it’s soothing to know that you’re there

And that when I get home I can breathe you like heady fresh air

For as long as I dare

Honey I’m sorry, but I’ve got my sea legs again

If I stand on dry land for a minute, I feel sick and then

I have to start moving again

From Glasgow to Moscow, from London to Lille

Sat on the platform or next to the wheel

I haven’t got space on this postcard to say how I feel

But that was the deal

I miss you, I miss you, but I don’t ask your help

When I’m out on the road I look out for myself

I look after my guitar, my clothes and my wallet, my health

And nothing else

You’re on my phone again, well

What do you want me to say

When I’m this far away?

And you don’t know where I am, well

You’re not the only one

I am lost and I’m gone away

(Oh darling thou pluckest me out)

And I don’t even know where you are

(Oh darling thou pluckest me out)

And I don’t even know who you are anymore