Testing the Bottom

No way around this, but she’s been there for the shouting, while I’ve been there for the mystery as well as the disappearance. But what the hell are we doing? Counting coup on our friends?
No, he’s always been swimming in the deep end of his head, the deep end of his head.
Yes, he’s always been swimming in the deep end of his head, no way to touch the bottom.

She’s never getting out, and neither am I, but what are we doing, trading tough spots
for the moments when the wind eases and the bugs clear and the trees throw shade?
Yes, he’s always been swimming in the deep end of his head, the deep end of his head.
Always been swimming hard in the deep end of his head, no way to find the sides.

She didn’t sign up for any of this, and I’m a sucker sometimes to bite when he calls,
but what are we going to do, retrace our steps more than 40 years to that old crossroads?
He’s been swimming in that deep end so long there’s no way to hold his breath,
No way to hold his breath, he’s been swimming in that deep end, no way to hold his breath.