Suddenly I'm still here

Wrapped in my mind again

I need a new nightmare

At least I need this one to end

All my survival

All my survival

I need all my survival skills

To bury my wounded heart

In the happy-face land of pretend

Caught like a squirrel up a tree

I'm out on a limb

Chased by a cat of my own fancy

That was running in the wind

All my survival

All my survival

I need all my survival skills

To weather my storm of whim

Over and over again

All my survival

All my survival

I need all my survival skills

Each time I change directions

I seem to be standing still, still

All my survival

All my survival

I need all my survival skills

I seem to be fighting God

In a minor battle of wills

(Music