Marching Man - Michael Schulte

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