Ants Marching - Dave Matthews Band
He wakes up in the morningDoes his teeth bite to eat and he’s rollingNever changes a thingThe week ends the week beginsShe thinks, we look at each otherWondering what the other is thinkingBut we never say a thingThese crimes between us grow deeper
take these chancesplace them in a box until a quiter timelights down, you up and die
Goes to visit his mommyShe feeds him well his concernsHe forgets themAnd remembers being smallPlaying under the table and dreamingTake these chancesPlace them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and dieDriving in on this highwayAll these cars and upon the sidewalkPeople in every directionNo words exchangedNo time to exchange
When all the little ants are marchingRed and black antennas wavingwe all do it the samewe all do it the same way
Candyman teasing the thoughts of aSweet tooth tortured by the weight lossPrograms cutting the cornersLoose end, loose end, cut, cutOn the fence, could not to offendCut, cut, cut, cut
Take these chancesPlace them in a box until a quieter timeLights down, you up and die
