Dave Matthews Band - Ants Marchin (1995) Lyrics
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 eachotherWondering what the other is thinkingBut we never say a thingAnd these crimes between us grow deeperTake these chancesPlace them in a box until a quieter timeLights down, you up and dieGoes to visit his mommyShe feeds him well, has concerns he forgets themAnd remembers being smallPlaying under the table and dreamingTake these chancesPlace them in a box until a quieter timeLights down, you up and dieDriving along this highwayAll these cars end up on the sidewalkPeople in every directionNo words exchanged, no time to exchangeOhhh and...All the little ants are marchingRed and black antennae wavingThey all do it the sameThey all do it the same...wayCandy man tempting the thoughts of aSweet tooth tourtured by the weight lossProgram cutting the cornersLoose end, loose end cut cutOn the fence, not to offendCut cut cut cutTake these chancesPlace them in a box until a quieter timeLights down, you up and die
