On your way with the travelling band, better pack a bag
It's your first time, this is your trip and it's mine
You woke an hour early, it's my hometown
This is why I signed up
Two pairs of jeans, a long overcoat, five plaid shirts
But you are from Scotland not Nashville, Tennessee, there's no pick-up truck
But in the car there's a banjo and twenty CDs of Neil Young's
This is why I signed up
Two hours to the show, you're looking up lyrics to songs you wrote
The front-man puts his head on, this persona you sometimes forget
"It's an act I believe in," he says, "going for three years strong"
"This is why I signed up"
You try to record, taking pictures from town to town
And you've not been bored for months now, things are moving fast
And you've got so many ideas that you can hardly cope
Ah... why I signed up