Red Barchetta lyrics

Artist  : Rush 
Song : Red Barchetta



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 Inspiried by ’a nice morning drive’, by richard s.
foster
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex
lifeson

My uncle has a country place, that no one knows
about
He says it used to be a farm, before the motor
law
And on sundays I elude the ’eyes’ and hop the
turbine freight
To far outside the wire, where my white-haired
uncle waits.

Jump to the ground
As the turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind,
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me, an old machine ---
For fifty-odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream

I strip away the old debris, that hides a shining
car
A brilliant red barchetta, from a better,
vanished time
I fire up the willing engine, responding with a
roar
Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly
crime...

Wind in my hair ---
Shifting and drifting ---
Mechanical music ---
Adrenalin surge ---

Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware

Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two
lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the
deadly race
Go screaming through the valley as another joins
the chase

Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud
With fear and hope, I’ve got a desperate plan

At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded
At the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle
At the fireside...