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抯 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?