v.1
My uncle has a country place that no-one knows about
He says it used to be a farm before the motor laws
And on Sundays I'd elude the eyes and hop the turbine freight
To far outside the wire where my white-haired uncle waits

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v.2
Jump to the ground as the turbo slows to cross the border line
Run like the wind as excitement shivers up an 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

v.3
I strip away the old debris that hides the shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta from a better vanished time
Ooh, fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel I commit my weekly crime

Refrain:
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

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v.4
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

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v.5
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

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