Another town another place,

Another girl, another face,

Another truck, another race,

I’m eating junk, feeling bad,

Another night, I’m going mad,

My woman’s leaving, I feel sad,

But I just love the life I lead,

Another beer is what I need,

Another gig my ears bleed,

We Are The Road Crew.

Another town I’ve left behind,

Another drink completely blind,

Another hotel I can’t find,

Another backstage pass for you,

Another tube of super glue,

Another border to get through,

I’m driving like a maniac,

Driving way to hell and back,

Another room a case to pack,

We Are The Road Crew.  

Another hotel we can burn,

Another screw, another turn,

Another Europe map to learn,

Another truckstop on the way,

Another game that I can play,

Another word I learn to say,

Another blasted customs post,

Another bloody foreign coast,

Another set of scars to boast,

We Are The Road Crew.

There’s a 50/50 chance i’ll be going on tour for 12 weeks starting in May. Four weeks in europe and eight weeks in the states, I don’t think I’ve ever had more fingers crossed than I do right now. Last October/November being on tour with the Mystery Jets was pretty much the best three weeks of my life, I couldn’t really have asked for a better experience. That was four weeks in the UK, this is three months overseas, fucking hell I hope I get this