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 1,000 pictures with a word.
Well I don't have to build a raft like Sylvia Plath
and float on c*** like that. I'd only sound absurd.
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 c*** that really wows,
but now instead of
writing 'bout the trees,
somehow or another, I ended up
writing about... cows?