When All Else Fails...

Climbing down somewhere in the Congo
I make my way through stacks of broken vines
Find myself in the middle of a jungle
Sounds of drums are somewhere in the background

Build a raft, go floating down the Congo
See the natives were on my side
They throw their spears at my general direction
But they miss their marks and they float away

Walk for days, no sign of food or water
I have to think to keep my mind from wandering
I start to pray and pray to a savior
He'll save my soul when all else fails