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 



Take these chances

Place them in a box until a quiter 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