I always thought it 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, or 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 short-changed?
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 short-changed?
Seems the more I try to write
The more I think I'm strange
So I'm grazing in the shallow gra**, 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've 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 about the trees, somehow or another
I've ended up writing about
Cows
How do people get so deep?
Why was I short-changed?
Seems the more I try, the more I try, the more I try
How do people get so deep?
Why was I short-changed?
Seems the more I try to write
The more I think I'm strange