Lights down, you up and die

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

...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

People in every direction
No words exchanged,
No time to exchange 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...

Lights down, you up and die.

- Dave Matthews, Ants Marching.