When you go on camping trips you're stuck right out in nature Foraging the forests like a primate Using sharpened tools instead of hot plates Your tumb and forefinger supposed to show you're not a wilke beast You can hear their noises at night time They don't have to keep a certain bedtime See in the shapes of my body Leftover parts from the apes and monkeys Sometimes when I lie awake I hear the rainfall on my tent fly
I think of all the insects that are sleeping And wonder if the animals are dreaming In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers Bugs and trees were your food then; no pyjamas or doctors And when I finally get to sleep, I dream in technicolor I see creature come back from the Ice Age Alive and being fed inside a zoo cage