David Crosby. Too Young to Die. Zeneszám

I recall my so called misspent youth
It seems more worthwhile, every single day
Cruisin' Van Nuys and actin' so uncouth
All the joys of runnin' away

There was no speed limit on the Nevada state line
The air was red wine on those top down nights
Just you and me my old rollarskate
And the common sense to know our rights

Sweet old racin' car of mine
Roarin' down that broken line
I never been so much alive
Too fast for comfort, too low to fly
Too young to die

You say, a man can't love a material thing
With aluminum skin and a cast iron soul
But they never heard your engine sing
Ah, there's peace in losing control

Sticky fingers, turned up real loud
Ah, we were flirtin' with catastrophe
We were doin' everything that's not allowed
Life didn't come with a warranty for you and me

Sweet old racin' car of mine
Roarin' down that broken line
I never been so much alive
Too fast for comfort, too low to fly
Too young to die

There is peace in losing control
When I die I don't wanna go to Heaven
I just wanna drive my beautiful machine
Up north on some Sonoma country road
With Jimmy Dean and Steve McQueen
All the boys be singin', singin'

Sweet old racin' car of mine
Roarin' down that broken line
I never felt so much alive
Too fast for comfort, too low to fly
Too young to die

Just a little bit too young
Too young to die