Like.......... on Saturday night, my girlfriend, Lisa, and I were at an Irish Pub in Charlotte. There were these 2 guys playing music. Lots of great songs. Then, suddenly, I hear a Dave Matthews song. It's Ants Marching.
Wham! I suddenly get all teary eyed. I'm thinking of my youngest, Cole. We were living in Florida. DMB is by far my favorite band. I'd have the CD in my car and Cole, all of 3 years old, strapped into his car seat, would say, "Play Ants! Play Ants!" So, I'd skip to Ants Marching. He knew every word to that song. He and I would sing it as loud as we could.
I was seeing this 3 year old sitting with me singing. So, I sent him a text. Told him this band was playing the song and it made me think of him. And that I missed him. He sent a text back with this: :D
So, here are the words in case you don't know. Oh and a link to the video.
http://youtu.be/MNgJBIx-hK8
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
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
And 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 tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
Program 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
Lights down, you up and die
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