St. Patrick by James Yorkston These, obviously, are just the basic chords: your life will be greatly improved by caution to the wind and experimenting around those shapes every once in a while. I didn’t sleep at all last night I thought my heart had mastered the run of these seas But they appear not to care about calming lately I awoke with a smart and a look at the phone. I swear that I would have called you if I’d been sure you were alone. And doesn’t that drive things home? The hardest time to forget is when sleep clears your mind, Bringing up what might have been, and who’s by her side. And if I appear forlorn, that’s the reason truly. Should I find myself a surrogate to keep the winters warm Blame her for my former love and blunt her of her charms? Blunt her of her charms? Oh dear Saint Patrick, I pray for some water Just let me quench my thirst this morning after. And this girl by my side, well who knows the future? But if I appear forgetful she’s the reason on my mind If you detect a smile it’s as I dream of foreign lands And letting things get out of hand Is exactly what I’ve got planned!