I waited till the morning, to come back into use
I wrote it out a hundred times, but it never seemed as true as when I stumbled home and felt
the words upon my lips
you grabbed me by my arm and smelt the liquor in my truth
I said, "I'm swimming in a cage"
The morning rose in silence, and I watched it fill the room
Earlier than dawn you crept into the kitchen's light
You always were an early bird, and I was always tired
So I laid in bed all warm and wake and thought about the coming days
I said, "I'm swimming in a cage, I'm swimming in a cage"
I folded on my page and left it by the kitchen sink, where I knew that you would find it when you came back from New York
You'd be sitting down the basket full of apples from the tree and with two hands you would open up my letter and begin to read, "I'm swimming in a cage, and I don't want you drowning, and as my boots turned up dust, I just hoped for understanding"
