Wonderful World Tonight
Jump the line
Work is over
Don't go home
Till much later
Let's not play grownup
Let's go wild
Let's run in the woods
This is the great new life!
And it's a Wonderful World Tonight...

Jump the fences
Dodge the junk cars
We'll go dancing
Through the graveyard
And those who move swiftly
Won't be left behind
Things happen quickly
This is the great new life!

Fake the bird call
The wolf howl
Treehouse district
Is buzzing now
I smell fear
I feel alive
I like it here
This is the great new life!
And it's a Wonderful World Tonight...

Words and music by Jeff Davis


Who Got The Pearls
Grandma died at fifty-eight
Her best friend cried three hours straight
"She had eyes like a little girl's...
and by the way, who got the pearls?"

Another friend might intimate
Her brother was ten years too late
"She had a heart like a little girl's...
and, by the way, who got the pearls?"

Friends and family gathered 'round
From Michigan to the Puget Sound
"There MUST be someone in this world...
And that someone knows who got the pearls..."

Grandma died at fifty-eight
Her soul rose up through the real estate
She had a smile like a little girl's
and by the way, who got the pearls?

Words and music by Jeff Davis


A T.V. 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...

Words and music by Steve Wagner and Willie Aron


A Girl, Her Sister and a Train
I ran into a pretty girl
And her sister
We were on a train
The train was burning
Up the tracks
Their hair fell in their eyes
And down their backs
A girl, her sister and a train...

They came from Canada
Southwest Ontario
Every time they talked to me
It sounded like stereo
We crossed plains and mountain ranges
Salt flats covered in snow
We saw ten thousand places
Hiways never go
A girl, her sister and a train...

We waited in the field
Beside the station
The girls were real
Was the train just our imagination?
The sun dropped behind a bluff
We sang a folksong
I held them in my arms
As the train rolled all night long
Lovers drift together
Traverlers drift apart
Our roads will end forever
Right back where they started
A girl, her sister and a train...

If you won't lvoe me
In your house on the hill
I know for all my life
These sisters will
A girl, her sister and a train...

Words and music by Jeff Davis


The Neighborhood Phrenologist
So it's the Age of Information
This is the Land of Opportunity
And I know nothing
But that just makes it all so new to me

Everybody's selling something
That's what I heard him say
He sold me his shadow
I wear it everyday

I laugh to keep from trying
To believe what I see
I only think about the barrel
When it's pointed at me

When you're doubtful of salvation
But certain of your sin
It's not polite to point your finger
Just volunteer your chin

The hellow leaf is upon me
I wear my sleep shade walking in the park
Not so I won't see you
I'ts just that I love the dark

I laugh to keep from trying
To believe what I see
I only think about injustice
When it happens to me
It never happens to me

Words and music by Steve Wagner


Zig Zag Wanderer