Text: Mitchell Joni. Lesson In Survival.

Lesson in Survival
Spinning out on turns
That get you tough
Guru books - the bible
Only a reminder
That you're just not good enough
You need to believe in something
Once I could in our love
Black road
Double Yellow line
Friends and kin
Campers in the kitchen
That's fine sometimes
But I know my needs
My sweet tumbleweed
I need more quiet times
By a river flowing
You and me deep kisses
And the sun going down
Maybe its paranoia
Maybe its sensitivity
Your friends protect you
Scrutinize me
I get so damn timid
Not at all the spirit
That's inside of me
Oh baby I can't seem to make it with you socially
There's this reef around me

I'm looking way out at the ocean
Love to see that green water in motion
I'm going to get a boat
And we can row it
If you ever get the notion
To be needed by me
Fresh salmon frying
And the tide rolling in
I went to see a friend tonight
It was very late when I walked in
My talking as it rambled
Revealed suspicious reasoning
the visit seemed to darken him
I came in as bright as a neon light
And I burned out right there before him
I told him these things I'm telling you now
Watched them buckle up in his brow
When you dig down deep
You lose good sleep
And it makes you heavy company
I will always love you
Hands alike
Magnet and iron
The souls