Fundamental Ground
I've been in this room for way too long
An amateur paint job
And a worn out rug
Hand-me-down lighting and a couple of drugs
I can't complain
There's food on my table
And wine in the drain

Looking for the fundamental ground

You hang on to things that are passing through
A woman in labor
Or a friend that's dead
A stupid decision
Or some bullshit you said
But you can't complain
If you don't react
To pleasure and pain
To fiction and fact

Looking for the fundamental ground