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by David Crosby
It was one of those nights
When you drive
Right by your own street
And you wonder who's running
Your hands and your feet
And your car becomes a capsule
Sometimes you can hide
Last night I just wanted
I wanted to ride
I wanted to drive my car
Didn't really care how far
I wanted to roam, alone
I wanted to drive my car
Didn't really care how far
I wanted to roam, alone.
I was not out looking
For honeys
Oh I noticed them
like usual but not as strong
And the distance between
Me and my pavement
Seemed to get
A hundred yards long
I still feel the wind
on my elbow
But I'm driving by
The seat of my pant
I keep on tryin'
To tune in tune in
On the radio
Trying to tune me
Out of my trance
I wanted to drive my car
I didn't really care how far
I wanted to roam, alone
I wanted to drive my car
Didn't really care how far
I wanted to roam, alone.
At least a car goes
Where you steer it
Sometimes that's the only
Thing it does
So I get in it
And I drive it
Just to hear it
And remember this
Feeling that there was.
I wanted to drive my car
I didn't really care how far
I wanted to roam, alone
I wanted to drive my car
I didn't really care how far
I wanted to roam, alone.
(c) 1986 Guerilla Music Inc. (BMI)
Drums: Joe Vitale
Bass: Leland Sklar
Synth: Craig Doerge
Slide guitar: David Lindley
Guitar: Danny Kortchmar