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