Bang the small rocks on the big ones
Till the small ones are sharp and clean
Catch something, kill something
New blade cuts real keen
And then the grass grows up to cover up the firepit and the forge
Half a world away from the Olduvai Gorge
Chew these roots for a toothache,
Chew these ones for atmosphere
Dream the pleasant dreams that people dream
When they grow up down here
And the the grass grows up to cover up the firepit and the forge
Half a world away from the Olduvai Gorge
Take care of the old man
See if he's in pain
Have somebody stay with him
Comfort him when he complains
Keep to ourselves mostly
Few friends and fewer closer friends
Lead a long life if you're lucky
Hope it never ends
And then the grass grows up to cover to cover up the firepit and the forge
Half a world away from the Olduvai Gorge