The music and movement never ceases to end.
The flashes of color the flags bring never stops shining through.
The drum major will never, ever stop conducting the band this weekend.

A herd of elephants can stomp through the field, but we will still transcend.
Our flags will still be caught, no matter which way the wind blew,
The music and movement will never cease to end.

Lightning may flash over the stadium’s bleachers, and often
The crowds may flee the bleachers during the middle of the performance, but I knew
The drum major will never, ever stop conducting the band this weekend.

If someone was to injure herself, the band was to continue bend
Around the fallen one, and still march their show, we’ll worry later on. This would accrue
To the music and movement never ceasing to end.

The picture the band creates, tells a story that will perfectly blend
Together. Today we will march perfectly with the brightest shoes
And the help of the drum major will never stop conducting this weekend.

Today we will give everything we have to extend
Passion from the band to the spectators who never knew
That our music and movement will never cease to end,
And the drum major will never, ever stop conducting the band this weekend.