Texty: David Crosby. Drive My Car.

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