Eric Anderson - Sinkhole lyrics

I've always felt that life's a sinkhole Swallowing 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 I hear them rattle on each other, I wish I had an older brother to intone Some night music that gets in my bones To remove every trace of the places I've 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 wicker wreath 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 alone To warm up the hearth of a place that's no 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 pitch Think you better start bracing for when you're not some new kid I've always felt that life's a sinkhole Swallowing each day I get to give But the older I get the more it feels like the American west Something that's always clean, no matter the age Now filled with great mountainous things that I've yet to make