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 bore

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 oil

Then I'll be gone

And all will be well

Yeah, all is going to be well