Matthew Ebel - Trees lyrics

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