Vital Signs

[Produced By Ben Lloyd & Frank Turner] This country is my canvas I leave paint trails as I go I’m painting a picture That you can only see from outer space My bedroom is your sofa I take my breakfast on the train I’m tired and I’m dirty, and not a second goes to waste I’ll be dead but never dying, and I say that with a smile It’s just my way of trying to be alive Well I’ll never get to grey hair And I’ll never be in the black But I can tell stories that most can hardly dream Dreaming is a luxury Like stopping-staring and beauty sleep I’ll stop when I’m finished And sleep is for the weak I’ll be dead but never dying, and I say that with a smile It’s just my way of trying to be alive Heaven’s in the half-light, and that’s where I reside A whiskey and a wry smile I check my vital signs And when I’m gone The worlds revolve and life goes on So mark no grave Forget my name If the song remains And everybody’s got a drink and a smile Well, that’s just fine by me Heaven’s in the half-light, and that’s where I reside A whiskey and a wry smile I check my vital signs I’ll be dead but never dying, and I say that with a smile It’s just my way of trying to be alive