A TV Guide in the Olduvai Gorge

Who built these houses?

Who took apart these trees?

With a shovel and a toothbrush

They have brought me to my knees

Now I'm dresed for the invasion

These not much I'm afraid to find

Just a half-forgotten prospect

In the ruins of my mind

It's a TV Guide in the Olduvai Gorge...

Birds who'd rather walk

Stony statues shedding tears

Though I trust these words I read

Still I can't believe her ears

Now she beckons with a pitchfork

And a crackling cathode face

But even when I'm next to her

I feel a little out of place

Like a TV Guide in the Olduvai Gorge...

These's a shyness in your shoulder

And a tremor in your tread

Yes I can tell you don't belong here

Now that I have trained my head

So let me clean your windshield

While you're resting for the climb

And I can help you understand

Why we can never be in time

Like a TV Guide in the Olduvai Gorge...