Marching Band
Well i used to be in a marching band
Got out of school i made a new plan
Then I had a friend who was from minnesota
They moved down south to a place in pensacola
So i moved away into the middle of the state
I set up camp and made a new place
I taught myself how to get by
I worked odd jobs and made a couple dollars
I stared at wall, then i looked outside
Took a long breath until didn’t hide
I started to walk , it began to rain
I was running along to catch that trai-a-n
I used to listen to the Beatles and the stones
Then I found some bands like the move and the ramones
We made some friends who’d we met in the city
We lost a few but you know you have carry along
I always go back to sitting in a room
Strumming to myself and working on a new tune