Lyrics for singles by The Dave Matthews Band
The Best Of What's Around
Ants Marching
Crash Into Me
Hey my friend
It seems your eyes are troubled
Care to share your time with me
Would you say you're feeling low and so
A good idea would be to get it off your mind
See, you and me
Have a better time than most can dream
Have it better than the best
So can pull on through
Whatever tears at us
Whatever holds us down
And if nothing can be done
We'll make the best of what's around
Turns out not where but who you're with
That really matters
And hurts not much when you're around
And if you hold on tight
To what you think is your thing
You may find you're missing all the rest
Well she run up into the light suprised
Her arms are open
Her mind's eye is
Seeing things from a
Better side than most can dream
On a clearer road i feel
Oh you could say she's safe
Whatever tears at her
Whatever holds her down
And if nothing can be done
She'll make the best of what's around
Turns out not when but what you think
That really matters...
That really matters...
See you and me have a better time
Than most can dream of
It's better than the best
So gonna pull on through
Whatever tears at us
Whatever holds us down
And if nothing can be done
We'll make the best of what's around
Turns out not when but who you're with
That really matters...
That really matters...
And it hurts not much when you're around..
When you're around, hey, la la
Uh-huh hey la, uh-uh hey la,
Uh-huh hey la, hey la...
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 along this highway
All these cars and up on the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged
No time to exchange
And 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 the weight loss programs
Cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut
On the fence, could not to offend
Cut, cut, cut, cut
[chorus]