you’re from the family that moved in up the valleyit’s lucky i picked you up and not somebody elsewe’ll have to turn inland there’s been a landslide at the quarrythough i say it myself you couldn’t have better helpif you found yourself losing your way though hereyou can still see the moonthough it’s the middle of the morningyou can smell the claylike i say, you can count yourself luckynot many people know this waylet’s turn off for a minute, i’ve seen somethinglet’s take a look nowhold on tight, this stretch has needed fixing for yearsover there i knew it, can read these roads like a book nowif you drive them every dayin the last half hour a lot of cars have been through hereyou can still see the moonthough it’s the middle of the morningyou can smell the claylike i say, you can count yourself luckynot many people know this wayhere we areon a hill over theresee all the cars parked in a fieldand the crowd walking down the fencelineyou can still see the moonthough it’s the middle of the morningyou can smell the claylike i say, you can count yourself luckynot many people know this wayremember where we left the carremember where we left the carremember it’s a white valiantremember it’s a white valiant
