Well, I'm swimming through tires at the bottom of the Hudson It's a river on fire, it's raging and rusting Ice floes, ice floes overhead, melting like poison, unstable I will be with you when I'm able I will be with you when I'm 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'm pulled fast through the runoff of landfill At the base of an island that never could stand still On the back of some ancient catfish He's glowing and his scales have grown thick He counts years like barnacles on the bottoms of ships The ships that clog his 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 headed Through waters heavily leaded 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