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 & lyrics by Delon Dotson; ©1992 Delon Dotson)