Trees will hold on to their roots
Hikers marching with their boots
We can all cry for the lost
But what good is some wood if you ain’t got an axe?
To chop chop chop, chop chop chop
Lost in the woods again
Almost out of my rations
Pull back a bow and let it fly
Arrows across the sky
The hawk stood over a dead deer in the street
He looked around and said “this is all for me”
Stretched his wings and licked his beak
What good is a fire if you don’t have a match?
To chop chop chop, chop chop chop
Lost in the woods again
Almost out of my rations
Pull back a bow and let it fly
Arrows across the sky
The clouds they part so nice
Out on a raft
Can’t swim the best
Sailing all alone
So far from home
Here in this cove
It’s overall
Is the earth that big
Or am I that small
Former pageant queen Caroline Weinroth takes aim at the competitive world of Miss America with this bouncy, grungy power-pop EP. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 23, 2022