Fundamental Ground

I've been in this room for way too long An amateur paint job And a worn out rug Hand-me-down lighting and a couple of drugs I can't complain There's food on my table And there's wine in the drain Looking for the fundamental ground The fundamental ground Looking for the fundamental ground The fundamental ground You hang on to things that are passing through A woman in labor Or a friend that's dead A stupid decision Or some bullshit you said But you can't complain If you don't react To pleasure and pain To fiction and fact Looking for the fundamental ground The fundamental ground