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

Drivin' in the 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' in the sunset

Drivin' in the sunset