Songtext
Well I'm swimming through tires
At the bottom of the Hudson
And it's a river on fire
It's raging and rusting
Ice floe, ice floes overhead
Melting like poison, unstable
I will be with you when I am able
I will be with you when I am able
If I have to crawl to a spot where you stand
As long as it's me at your feet on dry land
At your feet on dry land
But for now I'll hold fast
Through the runoff of landfill
At the base of an island
That never could stand still
On the back of some ancient catfish
Well he's growing and his scales have grown thin
He counts years like barnacles on the bottoms of ships
The ships that clog this channel
And he's scarred by life in this port
By factories upriver and the Indian wars
And don't believe that there's peace on the shores
Where we're heading through waters heavily lead
And while he's seen more than you and I will ever forget
Will ever forget
It won't hurt me or him
Eyes closed while we swim
Through tires at the bottom of the Hudson
Through tires at the bottom of the Hudson
Through tires at the bottom of the Hudson, yeah, yeah
Through tires at the bottom of the Hudson, yeah, yeah
