A song I wrote about a buddy who wandered down the montain, got married, and became a casualty of the rat race.

He came from the jungle
He had no plans
Just a hope and a prayer
She said hello there
She had a lot to offer
But he wasn’t so sure
Of that thing she called love

Before long they got married
They had big plans
And some dreams they could share
That she read somewhere
She said you couldn’t know love
Until you’ve known heartbreak
And she would teach him well

Every Tarzan needs his Jane
Every martyr needs his pain

Chorus:
Now it’s back to the jungle
Back to solitude
You need me so much more
Than I could ever need you

Now he spends all his time
Thinking of her
One eye on the door
While he’s walking the floor
But there’s nothing he can do
And there’s nowhere to go
It’s all part of the plan

Every Tarzan needs his Jane
Every martyr needs his pain

Chorus:
Now it’s back to the jungle
Back to solitude
You need me so much more
Than I could ever need you

Bridge:
So he tells his friends
It’s not so bad
Because he loves her so
He loves her so

Chorus:
Now it’s back to the jungle
Back to solitude
You need me so much more
Than I could ever need you

© Kent Newsome and Ronnie Jeffrey