Ground Underfoot

You didn't say what you meant

How should I have known it?

If not for ground underfoot

I might have laid my back in it

I might have laid my back in it

For long I lay asunder

And the notices of the board

Under which you suffer

When

I escape Tuesday

There will not be an email

There will not be a phone call

When

Distracted by the Orwell

Then I'll be gone

And all will be well

Yeah, all is going to be well