Coming Home from Caterwaul by Ilia Nicoll

Someone said you’re coming home
You had left the bed unmade
A heart or two ago
Someone said I’d wait around, but
Say though someone might it’s not the Same bed we have found
Same bed that we knew
And so we sleep another point of view

All the futures look the same
Lots of cups and telephones
So many aeroplanes
But the one where I’m with you
Looks enough like now that I’d be
Glad to see it through
Glad to share my hands
Until we stumble into better plans

Every time you wait for me
I am so confused
Have you really come to see
That you are happier with me
Happier with me

I have always been afraid
That when you love someone
You through your life away
Yet my quest to be alone
Has brought me even closer to the
Man that you become
Man you’ve always been
I think I’m ready to be seen

• Folk
• pop folk singer songwriter
• pop-folk-indie
• Stratford