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.