Текст песни Ants Marching - From State Theatre, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia - Dave Matthews Band

Thank you very very much for joining us
Hope you go hope feeling good this evening
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
And 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 that table and dreaming
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Driving in on this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction (people in every direction)
No words exchanged
No time to exchange
And all the little ants are marching
Red and black antennas waving
We all do it the same
We all do it the same way
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
Programs 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
'Cause I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta go!
You′re still here and I'm here...
Thank you very much, thank you very much
Thank you