The Jungle

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