Diving Bell - The Good Life

Fare the well

Please don’t get into 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 coulda been

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 gone into my diving bell

All I can give

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

In the deadly other world

Another me

Another you

Another space I can torpedo to

Hidden in the bathroom

Fare the well

Please don’t get into my diving bell

I’m lost at sea

Trailing through these city streets

Beyond the other world is rippling