Ants Marching - Live at Folsom Field, Boulder, CO - July 2001

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
 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
 No words exchanged
 No time to exchange
 When all the little ants are marching
 Red and black antennas waving
 They all do it the same
 They all do it the same way
 Candyman teasing 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
 Lights down, you up and die