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