Marching Man

Once I was running through a storm
It’s been washing of the dirt on these roads
I could see the path ahead
Once I was running through a storm
It’s been washing of the dirt on these roads
I could see the path ahead
Cause sometimes I feel like wandering off
Everything I gotta say
Hey…
I’m a marching man
Hey…
Everything I gotta say
Hey…
I’m a marching man
And now I’m coming back again
It might be me but things have changed
But it feels good sometimes to be rearranged
I still know my way around
And everytime I’m touching down again
I’m coming home
And I’m wanlikng this way alone
I’m calling out, I’m going home
My jacket’s torn
My hands are rough
My shoes are worn
Outta love
But my heart’s marching on