Fare the well Please don't let'em tip my diving bell I'm lost at sea In present company Mouths are moving like machinery The pressure drops My ears begin to pop The dinner cocktail hour is drifting off Fare the well I'm plummeting the depths of my diving bell Another sun Another moon Another man could've penned Another tune He may have even looked a bit like you Another time Another place Another man coulda made the same mistakes And I can't take the parallels Fare the well No one's gonna tip my diving bell All I can hear In my underwater clear A rush of blood pounding upon my ear drums A bathroom stall My admiral's cabin Water seeping and I fall asleep again Another day Another year Another carousel through the nothingsphere Infinitely unaware Another me Another you Another space I can torpedo to Hidden in the bathroom Fare the well Please don't let'em tip my diving bell I'm lost at sea Trailing through these city streets Beyond the other world is rippling