Marching and drumming

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

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

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

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