Matthew Ebel - Trees lyrics

I always thought I would be deep

if I could write about the trees

'cause that's what deep people do.

I'd really write about the world

or wars, or bars, perhaps a girl,

but the words would be a forest

all the way through.

I'd compare the dancing of the leaves so graceful

high above the lovely dairy grounds

to the Middle East or

well, whatever, I guess I'm not as deep

as all the poets in the coffee house downtown.

How do people get so deep?

Why was I shortchanged?

Seems the more I try to write,

the more I think I'm strange.

People write about the trees

to sound like they recycle,

but they all drive an SUV.

I can't write to save the trees

'cause I've been trying, but

my Congressman just won't listen to me.

And I'm told my lyrics ain't the deepest,

they don't seem to paint a thousand pictures with a word.

Well I don't have to build a raft like Sylvia Plath

and float on crap like that. I'd only sound absurd.

How do people get so deep?

Why was I shortchanged?

Seems the more I try to write,

the more I think I'm strange.

So I'm grazing in the shallow grass,

but I say shallow words will feed me better

than the poet-codes I've heard.

And who's to say I'm full of bull

because I got no beef with

songs that make sense to the herd?

All I wanted was to milk

a metaphor about the trees

and write some crap that really wows,

but now instead of

writing 'bout the trees,

somehow or another, I ended up

writing about… cows?

How do people get so deep?

Why was I shortchanged?

Seems the more I try

The more I try

The more I try

How do people get so deep?

Why was I shortchanged?

Seems the more I try to write,

the more I think I'm strange.