Swimming Through Tires

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