Seems like the ants love me
Why they do?
These days of late spring make em
Pretty much around

Close their eyes
Shake their little antennas
And sense my past and present
Down a winding road

Summer hailed and all the ants
Leering by the lunch-box
We're gettin dry
And their amount was growing fast
Widely over their score
We're getting dry

In times of dense debris
Dark and blue
We hang on short strings progress
Gets all around

Open your eyes
It's no work of nature
And life is taken for granted
On this winding road

Summer hailed and all the ants
Leering by the lunch-box
We're gettin dry
And their amount was growing fast
Widely over their score
We're getting dry

All the features have been set off
Every effort is just outta place
What's wrong? Could it be just right?

Million people showing the same face
Every effort is just outta place
What's wrong? Could it be just right?