Too Young To Die — David Crosby

I recall my so called misspent youth It seems more worthwhile Every single day Cruisin' Van Nuys and acting so uncooth 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 doing 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 been 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