But they never heard your engine sing
Roarin' down that broken line
Sweet old racin' car of mine
You say, a man can't love a material thing
I never been so much alive
With aluminum skin and a cast iron soul
I never been so much alive
Sweet old racin' car of mine
Sweet old racin' car of mine
Ah, there's peace in losing control
Too young to die
With Jimmy Dean and Steve McQueen
Cruisin' Van Nuys and actin' so uncouth
Just a little bit too young
Too fast for comfort, too low to fly
Roarin' down that broken line
Ah, we were flirtin' with catastrophe
We were doin' everything that's not allowed
Too young to die
Too young to die
All the joys of runnin' away
The air was red wine on those top down nights
Roarin' down that broken line
Up north on some Sonoma country road
There is peace in losing control
I never felt so much alive
Too fast for comfort, too low to fly
When I die I don't wanna go to Heaven
Too fast for comfort, too low to fly
And the common sense to know our rights
Just you and me my old rollarskate
Sticky fingers, turned up real loud
Life didn't come with a warranty for you and me
All the boys be singin', singin'
There was no speed limit on the Nevada state line
I just wanna drive my beautiful machine
