ants marching - DAVE MATTHEWS BAND

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 a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Driving along this highway
All these 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 tempting the thought of a
Sweet tooth tortured by a weight loss
Program, cutting the corners