Marching And Drumming - Katzenjammer

Further, further on

Down the road I have gone

Just to travel, just to go

And see the world, and see the world

With legs like mercury

And a head that never sleeps

But drifts away to a life

The tired out, the tired out

And I’m marching and I’m drumming

In blacks of shades and moods

I could be going nowhere

But all it takes

All it takes is to move

Just a messenger

So completely lost

In the hours, in the days

To be saying anything

I don’t know who to trust

If it’s love or if it’s lust

But no man is an island

He’s a continent, he’s a continent