Lyrics:

I did not sail the seas or fly on the wind But I found the jungle and myself within I found you before I found myself But to the natives I looked like everyone else Brown skin under a tropical sun in the Jungle And then I heard the bass and felt the wind on my face As it throbbed and rippled from an inland place I found the sand and then my feet And I followed the trail of repetetive beats Into the drakness, in under the trees of the Jungle The guitrar? cries were like a flickering fire And I saw the light before I opened my eyes I would only find what I was looking for As crawled beneath the brambles on the forest floor I had been here many times before Hear the voices cry and see the sparks fly As before my eyes in the stinging smoke A streaming beast is at the end of ist rope At the end of fear, at the end of hope Round and round, beyonf ist reach Teh shadows flickered on the circling trees The naives dance, naked and wild Stamping their feet, and twirling their knives No one knows whta I felt in my heart As I rose to my feet and played my part in the Jungle The bass is the love that I feel in my heart The guitar you see is my learing tree The drums are the sound that you heard from the start They the are tools of the trade, of the craft and the art But when will I sail across endless seas? And what message will fly on the wind to me? What will is see in the smoke and the sparks? When , oh when, will I play my part in the Jungle?