My fear of disrupting the flow or not being able to maintain my harmony with it keeps me from jumping in, which means I never do. There is no perfect or perfectly timed way to begin this harmonizing. It has to be done by experience, by feel.
Well I’m standing here in the big cornfield • Oh the reaper’s coming and I’m bound to yield • It’ll cut me down like a wind from hell • And all I want is just one more drink from this wishing well
Something about the animals dancing speaks of a natural disaster • Something about the animals dancing makes me want to be master • So re-address all the letters you send • ‘Cause here I am in the jungle, my friend • Here I am in the jungle, my friend • Here I am in the jungle