THE TALE OF THE EL CAMINO

 

The tale of the El Camino 

She's waltzing and drafting on air

Time and relative dimension in space

With a consciousness tied to my hair

With the breeding of an overhand punch

That pukes up a paisley gold flight

In the form of a youthful arachnid

Opportunity's also called plight

Around and away we go in the bed of an old Chevrolet

Straightening the hill flattening the curve

Doing it all night and day

Okay

Some say that the car has a conscience

Some simply say that she's a truck

Stock 305 bolstered by a warp drive

And a temporal matrix of luck

Remote Control found her in the portal

But she's been around lo many years

Here's what she did 'fore the Big Opera Grid

Just a matter of grinding them gears

Chorus

 

Dave - guitars, mandolin, vocals

Brian -bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums, percussion

Ian - mastering