Ants Marching

He wakes up in the morning Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling Never changes a thing The week ends the week begins She thinks... We look at teach other Wondering what the other is thinking But we never say a thing And theses crimes between us grow deeper Goes to visit his mommy, she... Feeds him well his concerns he forgets them And remembers being small Playing under the table and dreaming Take these chances Place them in the box until a Quieter time Lights down you up and die Driving in on this highway All these cars and up on the sidewalk People in every direction No words exchanged no time to exchange When all the little ants are marching Red and black antennae waving They all do it the same They all do it the same way Candyman tempting the thoughts of a Sweetooth tortured by weight loss... Program cutting the corners Loose end, loose end cut cut On the fence but not to offend Cut cut, cut cut Take these chances Place them in the box until a Quieter time Lights down you up and die Lights down you up and die