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The Dave Matthews Band

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 each other,
Wondering what the other is thinking,
But we never say a thing,
These 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 along this highway
All the cars and upon 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 teasing the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by weight loss
Programs cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end cut cut
On the fence, 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