The Way I Tend To Be - Frank Turner

Some mornings I pray for evening,

For the day to be done.

Some summer days I hide away

And wait for rain to come.

It turns out hell will not be found

Within the fires below,

But in making do and muddling through

When you’ve nowhere else to go.

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.

The way I tend to be

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.

'Cause I’ve said I love you so many times that the words kinda die in my mouth.

And I meant it each time with each beautiful woman but somehow it never works

out.

But you stood apart in my calloused heart, and you taught me and here’s what I

learned:

That love is about all the changes you make and not just three small words.

And then I catch myself

Catching your scent on someone else

In a crowded space

And it takes me somewhere I cannot quite place.

And 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, the way I tend to be.

Way I tend to be.

The way I tend to be.