Captain’s in the front seat underneath his cap
Papers and tobacco rest in his lap
And he’s humming an old Creedence song
We’re hurtling down the A1
On the way to Leicester to play another show
He sits behind the faders and drinks ‘cos he knows
When Monday comes if all goes to plan
He’s up at dawn and back in the van
And he’ll drive into the night chasing the red tail lights
And he’ll drive into the night, there he’ll witness dawn’s first light
There he’ll witness dawn’s first light
We played until eleven, my hands were getting sore
The ones who stayed to listen cheered for one more
And the soundman, he beamed through the crowd
The encore was three times as loud
Homeward on the backroad, the captain’s in a state
He’s up for work tomorrow, I tell him it’s late
He turns to me and stifles a yawn
‘While you sleep I see every dawn’
And he’ll drive into the night chasing the red tail lights
And he’ll drive into the night, there he’ll witness dawn’s first light
There he’ll witness dawn’s first light