Red Barchetta Lyrics - 1981-1987 Retrospective Ii - Rush

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 

Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar! 

Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime... 

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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 

Run like the wind 

Straining the limits of machine and man 

Laughing out loud 

With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan 

Photos 

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...