A turn of the key

A turn of the key

A turn of the key
A kick a kick
A kick and a roar
A twist of the throttle and off I soar

Rubber and chrome on a black top looks right
Like leather and lace on a pale skin at night

On I ride into blue distant hills
And down into valleys
Where rivers lie still

From east coast to west coast
From south to north
For twenty odd years she's carried me forth

Four pistons inside her
And eight valves above
She powers me onward
She does it for love

Oiled gearbox and driveshaft are trailing behind
Black rubber on tar still towing the line

On through the mountains and down to the shore
Twisting and turning like never before

A panorama before me
The oncoming night
My baby behind me
She squeezes me tight

Five days from home
I've slept by the road
A roar of the engine
A turn of the key

Silence descends
This is where I should be
Home
Grant
Brothers by blood