Written and recorded by Erin At Eleven

Copyright 2018 Erin At Eleven, all rights reserved.

Lyrics

Remember diggin trenches with Andy and Tom
Then Donald tried to punch seagulls all night long
"Have ye seen a limping seagull"?
They tell us "safe times, happy times"
So many bruises lifting stage decks right
Oh Clavey n Simon, come and save me!

Can you fetch us a skyhook and some tartan paint
Away for a long stand, take yer time and wait
"Has anybody seen a pair of 17's"?
Och I'm really done in now and I need my bed
Can't get the nut in the hole
Yeah man, "that's what she said"
Just use an impact drill n dinnae lose yer chill

I know that we'll meet there again someday
Cause we left our tools back in Stornoway
It's just the way Hebcelt made us feel
Cause all roads lead back to McNeill's

Remember the time Dingwall's kilt blew up
And Gavin and Dan just couldn't get enough
Of Webb's peachy wee bum
If ye come back next year
Make sure and bring a tent
That's big enough even for midget gems
Dec can work a mixing desk but cannae gauge a tent

Graftin every day, 15 hours straight
Hyped up on caffeine, yeah we just couldn't wait
For An Lanntair, to dance the night away
Coming out the club, watching the morning sun
Era might be over but one's just begun
Let's pray it never fades away

I know that we'll meet there again someday
Cause we left more than tools back in Stornoway
It's just the way Hebcelt made us feel
Cause all roads lead back to McNeill's...

Promise we'll meet there again someday
Cause we left our hearts back in Stornoway
It's still the way Hebcelt makes us feel
Cause all roads lead back to
All these roads, they lead back to
All roads lead back to you in McNeill's.