Lyrics
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 the sunset
Drivin' into the sunset