To the Beat of a Drum
I walk to the beat
of my own drum
it is a little broken down
and forgotten
a little wanting and waiting
it is my past
all the good and mad
the memories from long ago
I walk to the beat
of my own drum
of my own drum
it is a little broken down
and forgotten
a little wanting and waiting
it is my past
all the good and mad
the memories from long ago
I walk to the beat
of my own drum