Why Do We Do This?
Why do we do this?
Day after day?
How do we keep going
And still find strength to play?
Through rain
And through snow.
We practice so much
For just one crappy show.
One show to screw up in,
One show to be laughed at.
One show to fudge a note,
And instead make it flat.
We just watch the drum major,
Listen to her screaming.
We've given up hoping
We've given up dreaming.
Why do we do this?
March in the heat,
March in the cold.
Through sweating or shaking hands,
Our instruments we hold.
It's never easy,
And we know it never will be
When we joined they told us
This ride wouldn't be free.
If only what we know now,
We'd known then,
Then maybe the year
Wouldn't have been as hard as it's been.
But I still don't know,
What keeps us going.
Through the rain and snow,
With our faces still glowing.
Oh sure, there's the honor,
And the strength and pride.
But does that really compensate,
For all the sweat and the tears that we've cried?
But I look into the stands,
And a face catches my eye.
It's young and pretty,
But shining brighter than a noonday sky.
She watched us,
Amazed,
Her expression so similar,
To one that is dazed.
But I knew the look on her face,
The thoughts she was thinking.
The gaze was so…
Unblinking.
She loved us,
In her eyes we were heroes.
But what does she know,
Of preps, losers and zeroes?
We're nothing more than a band,
A band full of rebels,
Those who don't fit in.
Just a bunch of mismatched bells.
But I guess in her eyes,
We're perfect.
And in her eyes,
I see my past reflect.
This girl is me,
So many years ago,
But I guess I'd forgotten,
That that was so.
And in her eyes I see the band,
How we make her feel.
I guess why we march,
For the light in her eyes,
And when we look at each other,
The light in our own.