《Red Barchetta (Live In Canada / 1980)》歌词

[00:06:46] My uncle has a country place that no one knows about

[00:06:46] He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law

[00:06:46] And on Sundays, I elude the eyes, hop the turbine freight

[00:06:46] To far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits

[00:06:46] Jump to the ground as the turbo slows to cross the borderline

[00:06:46] Then run like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine

[00:06:46] But down in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old machine

[00:06:46] For fifty odd years, to keep it as new has been his dearest dream

[00:06:46] I strip away the old debris that hides a shining car

[00:06:46] A brilliant red Barchetta from a better vanished time

[00:06:46] Ooh, fired up the willing engine, responding with a roar

[00:06:46] Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime

[00:06:46] Wind in my hair

[00:06:46] Shifting and drifting

[00:06:46] Mechanical music

[00:06:46] Adrenaline surge

[00:06:46] Well-weathered leather, hot metal and oil

[00:06:46] The scented country air

[00:06:46] Sunlight on chrome, the blur of the landscape

[00:06:46] Every nerve aware

[00:06:46] Suddenly ahead of me across the mountainside

[00:06:46] A gleaming alloy air car shoots towards me, two lanes wide

[00:06:46] I spin around with shrieking tires to run the deadly race

[00:06:46] It goes screaming through the valley as another joins the chase

[00:06:46] Drive like the wind, straining the limits of machine and man

[00:06:46] Laughing out loud with fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan

[00:06:46] At the one lane bridge, I leave the giants stranded at the riverside

[00:06:46] Race back to the farm to dream with my uncle at the fireside