Too Young to Die

I recall my so called misspent youth It seems more worthwhile every single day Cruisin' Van Nuys and actin' 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 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