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
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...