Ground Floor

I love apartment buildings, six or seven stories In the elevator to the parkade on the street I don't know all the names but I know all the faces Jim's on the 6th floor Two kids on the 5th floor Tall guy on the 4th floor Big dreams on the 3rd floor Late night on the 2nd floor I'm on the ground floor And they know me enough to ask me, if I'm doing good They see me carrying my groceries Two ears of corn, and a pound of meat They see you come and go with your own key They must think, there's something going on with you and me The cottonwoods are careful, they're the last to bloom in spring When they're done greening up, know the cold's done coming in Nice of you to offer but I need the exercise Shared dog on the ground floor He's jumping at the door I could use a little more to remind me that I'm still doing good They see me carrying my groceries Two ears of corn, and a pound of beets They see you come and go with your own key And start to wonder, if something going on with you and me Cuz they only know what they see