Downstairs in the cellar drums are beatingnWounded no discomfort emotions bleedingnIn the river alone always alone out of my depthnHeadlong to the ocean with I sink or swimnnHeard them tell the story of mad old JimnFound him in his cabin with his head caved innWaiting out the winter was a little too much for himnnIt's cold out hear the wind howl down the chimneynWish I could just cry out to someone, helpnbut we live in isolation of the cruelest kindnScared to show our colours to the worldnnTime to break away from my conditionnRejoin the human race, see what I'm missingnTry to face the day my private passionnIs eating me awaynnLog cabin fever nIt's a remote possibilitynLog cabin fevernIt's an impossible deliverynLog cabin fevernIt's not an impossibility