The Trip to Pirate's Cove

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

Driving into sunset

Rolling '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

Driving into sunset

Driving into sunset