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 deep breath until I 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 whod we met in the city
We lost a few but you know you have carry along

I always seen them to sitting in a room
Strumming to myself and working on a new tune