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