I hear the wild roar
The swish swash of the virgin jungle
I smell the wild flame lily
The sight of the wild red rose
This is the perfect feeling of home.

Home is in my heart
There is nowhere I would rather be
For the sweet wails of love I would miss
Calling like the hyenas do from a distance
Then I know I am immersed in love so unique.

My imagination goes so far
So much further than the thousands of miles
Through which dreams fly me home
Fear grips my every being
A fear of the unknown
This world has set me captive.

As I snail through this American afternoon
A jungle of its own kind
All I think of is you momma Africa
Being away from you makes me a villain
What the hell am I doing?