Dave Matthews Band - "Ants Marching (No New Directions)" lyrics

He wakes up in the morning Never changes a thing Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling 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 Lights down, you up and die Driving in on this highway Place them in a box until a quieter time All these cars and upon the sidewalk No time to exchange People in every direction No words exchanged Red and black antennas waving And all the little ants are marching They all do it the same They all do it the same way Candyman tempting the thoughts of a Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss Program cutting the corners Loose end, loose end, cut, cut On the fence, could not to offend Cut, cut, cut, cut Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die