THE SUN DRIVES TWELVE GOLD HORSES

The Sun drives twelve gold horses and the Moon drives a red Chevette
It's twelve years old and second hand but it hasn't failed her yet
She took it as a favour from a friend who had to sell
And on moonless nights she drives.... and cloudy nights as well.

Her brother Sun he teases her he can't see the appeal
Of one combustion engine and a quartet of wheels
He's jealous of his horses, sure they're fine and noble beasts
But she craves the open road - a million miles, at least

Io io io she sings in bacchante style
She drives alone, and takes her kingdom with her
Io io io her car is hungry for the miles
Catseye into catseye into catseye blur - she passes

She often drives in silence with all the windows down
She always wears her driving gloves and sometimes wears her crown
The roads' intoxication delights her lunar heart
And to her all roads are one who knows where a circle starts?

Io io io she sings in bacchante style...
There's brighter cars, and faster, new models, smarter trim
The Moon's content with her Chevette and she'll have none of them
The Sun drives twelve gold horses across the morning sky
But the Moon can drive all night and bless those she passes by...

Io io io she sings in bacchanante style...