A nasty wind was blowing
through the gates of Eden Park
One was swinging
and one was hanging,
and the street lights all were dark

It crawled along the boulevard
with two wheels on the grass
That old Trans Am was dying hard,
but still had lots of gas

The golden gate was open wide,
the sun came shining through
Where once
the angels stood and cried
everything was new

Trans Am

- Neil Young