And I suppose you call it lazy
But look at all these ants
The ones that pack the biggest punch

Are those in hot demand
With demand becoming greater
For those who listened well

Not to those who told them to
But to the dying ants who'd tell


Of the times, that they watched pass
Like a train locked into runaway and running way too fast
Although, we're told to put in

Well putting in is just half of what you're told when you begin

And I suppose we told our babies

What our fathers told us
But the generations blur the faces
Of what we'd become

And every time that blur resurfaces
The trains going too fast
And the times that we'd watched roll by

Working harder in the dark

But the times, that they watched pass

Like a train locked into runaway and running way too fast
And although, we're told to put in
Well putting in is just half of what you're told when you begin


Oh, boy
You're working yourself too hard

And oh, the noise
Beats into my brain with my heart
But my, heart

Is less full with each stop
Until the stops become what we wanted
The train won't be slowing up


In the times, that they watched pass
Before the train malfunctioned and was ambling past

Well they, were told to put in
More than us so this coincidence begins