You shift the gear to hit the red
While Sequoia sempervirens spread
The yellow paint is like a flare
Cutting through the heavy coastal air
Run fast in the yellow chrome
Far away from your quiet home
Tear the road and leave the green
Wildest ride I have ever seen
The soil is rich and dark and deep
Where the ancient giant spirits sleep
You push the pedal to the floor
Hear the engine give a sudden roar
The blue and red lights start to spin
Let the frantic chase finally begin
You weave through trunks of ancient brown
Far away from the noise of the town
Run fast in the yellow chrome
Far away from your quiet home
Tear the road and leave the green
Wildest ride I have ever seen
You are like a weed in the crack
Never looking once for the way back
The Latin names blur in the wind
Where the laws of the garden have thinned
The needle jumps to a hundred ten
Then you loop the winding road again
Your tires scream on the asphalt grey
As you chase the ending of the day
Run fast in the yellow chrome
Far away from your quiet home
Tear the road and leave the green
Wildest ride I have ever seen
Keep it fast, keep it gold
Watch the coastal story unfold
Yellow chrome, yellow gold.
