Ants Marching

My Blog site's theme song... Sheesh, you know what, I'm a frustrated guitarist. But I don't know how to play the guitar. My sister knows how to. I'll probably borrow her guitar and learn how to play it by myself.
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ANTS MARCHING by 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. And these crimes between us grow deeper.

Take these chances. Place them in a box until a quieter time. Lights down, you up and die.

Goes to visit his mommy. She feeds him well his concerns he forgets them. And remembers being small. Playing under the table and dreaming.

Driving along on this highway. All these cars and upon the sidewalk. People in every direction. No words exchanged, no time to exchange and 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 sweet tooth tortured by weight loss. Program 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 a box until a quieter time. Lights down you up and die.

Lights down you up and die!!!