Caretaker - Laura Stevenson

I wake up, I feed your cat

And tell myself that I’m okay where I’m at

And I take great care keeping this roof pitched

But it’s lonely out here, I can’t make any music

Understand, I can no longer take care

This is the last night in the house I was born in

Could you give me a ride to the train in the morning?

I have a real nice place on a real nice block

With a garden outside, you should see it sometime

But don’t, don’t worry about

This is the last night in the house I was born in

Don’t tell me that I have forgotten who I am

I’m gonna write, write, write

Until it comes out wrong

And then I’ll hang up my hands on the hook when I am done

And I’ll know that you always wanted me to

And I’ll tell myself that things you said

You said just because you had to