The Diving Bell - Joe Henry

Can you tell

Is that dog tied?

Are your hands that cold now

Or is it mine?

Time ago, it was on Meeting Street

You pulled me close to you;

Now you ask «which way row here?»

Like it was mine to choose

Cover me in the dining bell

Where the pool is standing still

You told me once, I learned it well —

There is nothing here for me

Nothing here for me

It frightens me

It could be so long ago

We first kicked rocks from here

Into the river below;

I guess I thought that nothing ought to move

Beneath my feet

I guess I thought that all I gave to you

Was somehow mine to keep

Lower me in the diving bell

And let me breathe what will remain

And I’ll return your handsome shells

Though there is nothing here for me

Nothing here for me

The Aaron’s place is empty and falling down

I remember the night the roof caught fire

And you could see it from town;

We say goodbye on Meeting Street

Walking out together

Knowing nothing could be any different

But maybe nothing could be better

Raise me in the diving bell

And drag it up the muddy hill

Let it ring and finally tell —

There is nothing here for me

Nothing here for me