Sinkhole Lyrics

I've always felt that life's a sinkhole
Smothering each day I get to give
But the older I get the more it feels like the American West
Something empty and clean, new as an egg
Now filled with great mountainous things
that I've made

Like friends I've let hang in the wind
Hear them rattle on each other, wish I had an older brother to intone
Some night music that gets in my bo-bo-bo-bones
To remove every trace of the places I've kno-kno-kno-known

Some days I feel like a well-received tourist.
Some days a guest that just won't leave
One day an acre of trees, then a little grown leaf
If you strobe in between you see no change
But in an elemental way, they're not the same

One could argue there's some growth in decay
But that's a cruel way to be kind,
A lever for the weak of mind to tip big stones
Into the vacuum of being a-lo-lo-lo-lone
To warm up the hearth of a place that's no ho-ho-ho-home

Oh, what a load what heavy lifting?
That light through cracks from ground that's shifting
You find yourself beneath a bridge, the rafters above about to give
Someone whistling above you and you know the next pi-pi-pi-pitch
Think you better start bracing from when you're not some new ki-ki-ki-kid

I've always felt that life's a sinkhole
Smothering each day I get to give
But the older I get the more it feels like the American West
Something empty and clean, new as an egg
Now filled with great mountainous things
that I've made