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?