Rush - Red Barchetta Lyrics
Inspiried by a nice morning drive, by richard s. fosterWords by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifesonMy uncle has a country place, that no one knows aboutHe says it used to be a farm, before the motor lawAnd on sundays I elude the eyes and hop the turbine freightTo far outside the wire, where my white-haired uncle waits.Jump to the groundAs the turbo slows to cross the borderlineRun like the wind,As excitement shivers up and down my spineDown in his barnMy uncle preserved for me, an old machine ---For fifty-odd yearsTo keep it as new has been his dearest dreamI strip away the old debris, that hides a shining carA brilliant red barchetta, from a better, vanished timeI fire up the willing engine, responding with a roarTires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime...Wind in my hair ---Shifting and drifting ---Mechanical music ---Adrenalin surge ---Well-weathered leatherHot metal and oilThe scented country airSunlight on chromeThe blur of the landscapeEvery nerve awareSuddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainsideA gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wideI spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly raceGo screaming through the valley as another joins the chaseDrive like the windStraining the limits of machine and manLaughing out loudWith fear and hope, Ive got a desperate planAt the one-lane bridgeI leave the giants strandedAt the riversideRace back to the farmTo dream with my uncleAt the fireside...
