Mister Ant

I see the bricks you bake, I see the wood you saw

I love to watch you toil in the clattering dough

I baked our bread and made our milk

And now I feed the fleas as the worms are oozing silk

Don't stop to think now or even breathe

'Cause when we're like this our souls don't dare to leave

I see in snapshots, click, clack, click, clack, doo

Can you see the point in how much I like you?

I wanna be a family, I wanna be a home

I wanna keep you in a cave and never let you go

I wanna be the map you read, the basket for the bone

I want to be the hand that feeds, I wanna be a home, your home

Tin cans and grapevines, growing at our door

The bustling ants nest, seeping through the floor

One hundred soldiers marching down our road

Each with a letter on his back to spell a secret code

I see the mud you make, I see the mess we're in

I want to end with a smile 'cause that's how we begin

I wanna be a family, I wanna be a home

I wanna keep you in a cave and never let you go

I wanna be the map you read, the basket for the bone

I want to be the hand that feeds, I wanna be a home, your home