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

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

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

Can't see the wood for the trees

It's never easy

It's never easy