The jungle is filled with my friends We sleep when and where we can And I don't know the last weekend we saw Cuz nobody really knows Which way to the river, and which to the road? Which way is the war, and which the retreat? Which way are the joyful tears of relief Been counting the days for most of our lives And it looks like a pattern has begun to materialize Yeah it looks like we're alive But it looks like we're all eyes And no ears to hear the trumpets so near The trumpets so clear The trumpets so near The jungle is filled with such life Creatures moving all day and all night Some are hunting for just her kind As she stands there under that streetlight In her visions she speaks like a sword And diseases aren't left to find their cure On 12th street tonight Been counting the days for most of our lives And it looks like a pattern has begun to materialize Yeah it looks like we're alive But it looks like we're all eyes And no ears to hear The trumpets so near The trumpets so clear The trumpets so near The trumpets so clear The trumpets so near