The Trip to Pirate's Cove

Tom Petty

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