Realtime All My Survival Skills
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)
