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 along this highway
All these cars and up on the sidewalk
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,
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by weight loss programs
Cutting the corners, there's a
Loose end, loose end, cut cut
On the fence, try 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.