Ground Underfoot

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