I took my few belongings

 

We headed out to Pirate’s Cove

 

In my buddy’s old Defender

 

We ran until the gas got low

 

We were flying close to heaven

 

Everything was starting to glow

 

Drivin’ into sunset

 

Rollin’ cause we had to roll

 

I think he was a preacher

 

But lord I can’t recall his name

 

He was running out of wind

 

But talking to me just the same

 

He said five ‘ll get you ten

 

But boy you’ve got to stay in the game

 

Yeah you got to let it ride

 

Or you’ve only got yourself to blame

 

We lost a wheel in Santa Cruz

 

So we partied with some motel maids

 

My friend said I don’t like mine

 

So what do you say we trade

 

She was a part of my heart

 

Now she’s just a line in my face

 

They let us go with a warning

 

Said we’d book you, but we don’t have a case

 

My friend said take her with you

 

To leave her here would be a crime

 

But let’s get outta Santa Cruz

 

All I got is a Canadian dime

 

I got a friend in Mendocino

 

And it’s gettin’ close to harvest time

 

And she was kinda cute

 

If a little past her prime

 

On the trip to Pirate’s Cove

 

On the trip to Pirate’s Cove

 

Drivin’ into sunset

 

Drivin’ into sunset