The Ants Go Marching

It isn't easy to save the world With your back on the asphalt Crawling with carpenter ants that Yes even they Want you out of the way I'd head home to the building with no AC Bring my friends back with A trail of sugar cubes But I tried it Even the insects won't go inside it I think I'll close my eyes, here in this parking spot Until somebody asks me if I am okay And I'll, groggy, tell them "Yeah, right," This is just what I do But probably, neither are you