One of the songs from my new album, "Let's Face the Silence and Dance."
Well I feel like Howard Carter
Every Christmas morning
Well I feel like Howard Carer
Every Christmas morning
Well I feel like Howard Carter
Every Christmas morning
Well I feel like Howard Carter everyday
When you're walking down those stairs
You don't know what you'll find there
When you open up that door
You don't know what you'll find there
When you're looking at your phone
You don't know what you'll find there
Wonderful things everywhere
You know that Ferdinand Magellan never made it round the world
But he still gets all the credit, yes he still gets all the credit
Said Robert Ballard once, "Amelia Earhart, I presume"
At that dank and misty outpost on the dark side of the moon
Well I feel like Heinrich Schliemann
Yes I feel like Barnum Brown
I feel like your junkyard uncle
Over down in Tarrytown
Well I feel like David Bowman
Or the brothers Lumiere
Wonderful things everywhere
Wonderful things
Everywhere
Wonderful things
Everywhere
Wonderful things
Everywhere, oh baby
Wonderful things everywhere
You know that Ferdinand Magellan never made it round the world
But he still gets all the credit, yes he still gets all the credit
Said Robert Ballard once, "Amelia Earhart, I presume"
At that dank and misty outpost on the dark side of the moon
Well I've traveled round this world
Like a turkey on a bender
From Cleopatra's Needle
To the Temple of Dendur
And I feel like Howard Carter
Even in my easy chair
Wonderful things everywhere
Wonderful things
Everywhere
Wonderful things
Everywhere
Wonderful things
Everywhere, oh baby
Wonderful things everywhere
Words and music by Christopher Frank White ("Isto") © 2025