Sinkhole

Lyrics

Well, I got myself tangled in my American circumstance Yeah, I'm hog-tied, strung up in a good ol' American circumstance I had some money and a big idea, but I couldn't keep 'em in my pants No, no, no Now I'm standing on the corner like in fifty other songs Yeah, I'm standing on the corner blowing in my hands like in sixty other songs I've been here so many times before, but I've never felt like I belong No, no, no Yeah, there's a sinkhole where our house used to bе There's a big black gaping sinkhole whеre our pretty house used to be Too many records and books with heavy ideas made a broken home out of me Is this like a short story or an autobiography? Is this a work of fiction or am I singin' about me? Well, I can tell you'd like to know, but I can't tell, I can't tell you what to believe No, no, no But here we are again, I can't say it doesn't matter as far as I can see