Wood For The Trees

Chopping my wood. But this tree’s too hard

Chopping my wood. My axe isn’t sharp

Chopping my wood. Split through the heart. Split through the heart

It tears me apart

Lighting it up. Going to burn to the ground

Lighting it up. The wood wasn’t sound

Lighting it up. Just another let down. Just another let down

I don’t mess around

And in the woodstove, it’s a hundred degrees

And this heartwood, was cut too damn deep

And I can’t see, I can’t see the wood for the trees

It’s never easy. It’s never easy

Swinging my axe, instead of sleeping

Swinging my axe. My splinters are bleeding

Swinging my axe. These cuts are too deep and, These cuts are too deep and

I feel like I’m freezing

And in the woodstove, it’s a hundred degrees

And this heartwood, was cut too damn deep

And I can’t see, I can’t see the wood for the trees

It’s never easy. It’s never easy