This is the name of a song that
i wrote for my short lived punk rock band
One Strap Bag.The lyrics went like this:
Walkin' along
just singin a song
going no particular place at all
got nothin to do and
no where to go
i'm sick of being home all alone
All i think about is you
hope you think about me too
didn't want you to go away
i was hoping you would stay
sitting around with nothing to do
empty house and six o'clock news
by my self up in my room
listening to my favorite tunes
At the food court in the mall
burgers cold and drink is gone
the trees outside have lost their leaves
the only one left behind is me
All i think about is you
hope you think about me too
didn't want you to go away
i was hoping you would stay
(ill guitar solo)
Walkin' along
just singin a song
going no particular place at all
This song was a
major hit in the local band scene. It was very
catchy. People would hear it once and be humming the
poppy beat for the next two weeks. It was the only song that we made which was good everything else kinda
sucked.