March on

March on

He was a brave little soldier marching far from home

He was lost, and he was lonely, pretending to be bold

He was a brave little soldier marching all alone

He was looking for some answers, he was looking for some love

Letters froze inside his mind

Spelling words that seemed to say

Everything would be revealed in some twisted way

God—a big idea

Reality or make-believe?

Sex—a great idea

But where does it ever lead?

Love—a nice idea

Then do we ever really know?

The End—it's bound to happen

But in the meantime, it's on with the show, on with the show!

March on

He was a brave little soldier marching in the snow

He had a chip on his shoulder—too bad he didn't know

He marched into the future, thinking time was on his side

With no woman on his shoulder, life just passed him by

Letters froze inside his mind

Spelling words that seemed to say

Everything would be revealed in some twisted way

March on

March on

God—a big idea

Reality or make-believe?

Sex—a great idea

But where does it ever lead?

Love—a nice idea

Then do we ever really know?

The End—it's bound to happen

But in the meantime, it's on with the show, on with the show!

March on

March on

March on