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 ---
                                   Adrenalin 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...