The Ground Beneath Me

The Ground Beneath Me Eleven, Twelve The morning creeps up slowly Everybody with another place to be Well, I'd have left a day ago if it were me Shouts a lady from her bedroom jail uptown A woodshed for a headboard dynasty She's half there but already half gone And half dead when the morning comes along Just a moment while I clear my head If it really doesn't matter, I'll just stay in bed Just a moment in the morning light Grant me a place to be Or a moment to stand On the ground beneath me A flat line like a soothing sound A heartbeat, the wombs serenity Well, I'd have left a day ago if it were me Shouts a man from the paper stand uptown He'll dance alone When the headlines pull him down He leads a life of quiet desperation But half dead when the morning comes along Just a moment while I clear my head A million good reasons I should stay in bed Just a moment in the morning light Grant me a place to be Or a moment to stand On the ground beneath me Just a moment while I clear my head If it really doesn't matter, I'll just stay in bed Just a moment in the morning light Grant me a place to be Or a moment to stand On the ground beneath me