Rush Lyrics

Album: Chronicles

Red Barchetta Lyrics

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

 Adrenaline 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