Marchin' to the beat of a drum
That's got no feet;
You'll never fall down;
No, you'll never miss a step

Livin' in a cage so big, you can't
See any bars; you'll have a
Comforting rhythm,
But you'll never reach out far enough

I don't, know, what, you, ex, pect, of, me

If I, don't, have; true, love, un, der, stands

Walkin' down the street
Of a town; can't find the beat
Well, did you leave home?
Without the shoes your mother made,
Oh, oh, oh for your feet?

Outside of that place, now,
For sure, can't hear the drum
But did your heart stop?
No, you never heard it
'Til now,
Oh, oh, oh until now

I don't, know, what, you, ex, pect, of, me

If I, don't, have; true, love, un, der, stands

I don't, know, what, you, ex, pect, of, me
And, if I I don't have it,
But this is what we both think it is
Well, then, true love would
Have to
Love would
Surely understand

It would have to