Hercules and Sylvia

Music and Lyric by Dennis Davison

Hercules and Sylvia hangin’ on a tire swing

Talkin’ ‘bout next to nothin’, listening to everything

In the glass menagerie everything remains the same

Docile and dejected, but they will never tame

On your concrete jungle safari

There is no dangerous view

There’s a captive audience watching you

Lowland, lowland

Flash away photographer, try to snap a shot or two

But your own reflection will only come back at you

Face to face with savages, there’s nowhere to run

Painted walls of brick beneath the artificial sun

Stripped of all their dignity, now they just pretend

Yearning for the lowlands once again

On your concrete jungle safari

You don’t see anything new

Two familiar faces are watching you

Lowland, lowland