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