Ground Level[1][2]

Lyrics

You can make out all the exits
From a static position
One quick walkaround will give you
All the relevant information
Never going to break my neck
Falling downstairs
Tan and mustard-yellow I-beam[3]
Visible from the air

Tall space heater
Down the main hallway
Blue pilot light
Hissing all night

We sleep light in the shadow of the cloverleaf[4]

You can light a cigarette
Against the cooktop if you need to
Feel the heat against your forehead
Let it bleed through
You're never going to get by
On three hours' sleep a night
Unless you absolutely have to
And then you get by all right[5]

Move in silence
If you can't stay still
Nobody sees your face
Through the security grille

We sleep light in the shadow of the cloverleaf

Live Performances

Never played live.

Footnotes

1. Subtitle: "There was, en route to greener pastures, a small house in the city".↩
2. Originally titled "SW Ranch", per Twitter (2023-10-27)↩
3. See Peter's comment on From The Nebraska Plant: the connection may be a stretch but he does specifically mention the bike being recycled into I-beams (structurally essential, too), and the use of "yellow" invites it.↩
4. A cloverleaf exit is a common shape found in American highways. Houses that are close to the highway exit may be worth less/cheaper to rent because of the noise and traffic.↩
5. As anyone who has survived medical training and/or newborn parenting can aver. I have never had a newborn but I have been kept up for many a 24 hour period by other people's newborns.↩