The Jungle by Mike Vitale

The Jungle
words and music by Mike Vitale

There was a time when we swung limb to limb from the trees
There was a time when we scoured for food walking barefoot amongst the leaves
There was a time when we howled at the top of our lungs because another beast encroached our space
There was a time when we were inclined to see the animal on each other's face

Not that far out of the jungle
Not that far out of the jungle
oh oh oh

There was a time when we fashioned tools from an animal's bones
There was a time we created rhythm beating on two stones
There was a time when flesh and fire fueled the human race
There was a time when we were inclined to see the animal on each other's face

Not that far out of the jungle
Not that far out of the jungle
Not that far out of the jungle
Not that far out of the jungle

There was a time when the sound of danger raised the bristle on our backs
There was a time when the evening sky was just dark, deep, and black

We plant the seed
We watch it grow
We multiply and divide amongst the harvest that we so
And if technology is our next opposable thumb
Perhaps it's best not to forget where we all come from

Not that far out of the jungle
Not that far out of the jungle
Not that far out of the jungle
Not that far out of the jungle
Not that far out of the jungle
Not that far out of the jungle
Not that far out of the jungle
Not that far out of the jungle
Not that far out of the jungle

• Country
• Rock
• folk
• folk rock
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles