Who are you and what is your name?
Our eyes met once the rain concluded
Both of our intentions were the same
Finals performance, wanting to be included
It was the first marching contest of the year
And I get to see her once more at the last
It is her voice I believe I still can now hear
Even through the enormous trumpet blast
I don't even know your name or your story
But I do know your beauty and personality
You're sweet and have the sense of glory
To see your band not fall to any brutality
I can not wait to see you again in a month
Our bands will rise while our motives stay still
The competition to see you again will be tough
I won't forget you until then my mystery girl