[Intro — two close voices, a low guitar hum] “Sorry about the floor.” “We’ll get to the floor.” [Verse 1 — low voice, deliberate rolling rhythm] Your headlights cross the kitchen wall. I put the kettle on. You hold that battered cardboard box Like it’s the house you’ve just come from. I see the mud before your face. You see me see it, too. I roll the rug against the wall. “Watch your step. Come through.” [Pre-Chorus — bass and a single drum] Back room’s full. We’ll clear the couch. [Chorus — full band, broad and heavy] TRACK IT IN! TRACK IT IN! YOU DON’T HAVE TO STAND IN THE RAIN TO KEEP MY FLOOR CLEAN. TRACK IT IN! LET THE FLOOR TAKE YOUR WEIGHT. YOU DON’T OWE ME SUNSHINE FOR A PLACE OUT OF THE RAIN. [Verse 2 — closer, a little less certain of himself] I said I didn’t have the room. I meant I liked the table there. We push it sideways to the wall. You set the box beside my chair. I bring the towels I never use, The thick ones folded out of reach. You wrap one round the picture frames. I get another one for you. [Chorus — rougher voices join the lead] TRACK IT IN! TRACK IT IN! YOU DON’T HAVE TO STAND IN THE RAIN TO KEEP MY FLOOR CLEAN. TRACK IT IN! LET THE FLOOR TAKE YOUR WEIGHT. YOU DON’T OWE ME SUNSHINE FOR A PLACE OUT OF THE RAIN. [Bridge — instruments thin; tired, ordinary voices] “Should we have stayed?” “Hell if I know.” The couch doesn’t need your story. Just move the cat. [Instrumental — low guitar, slow floor-tom pulse] [Build — lead voice, almost laughing at himself] I bought the towels To get them wet. [Full band enters] TRACK IT IN. [Final Chorus — all voices, heavy and open] TRACK IT IN! TRACK IT IN! YOU DON’T HAVE TO STAND IN THE RAIN TO KEEP MY FLOOR CLEAN. TRACK IT IN! LET THE FLOOR TAKE YOUR WEIGHT. YOU DON’T OWE ME SUNSHINE FOR A PLACE OUT OF THE RAIN. [Outro — piano, the sound of a cup being set down] “Coffee’s a little strong.” I pass the milk.
