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