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