Too Young to Die

I recall my so-called misspent youth
It seems more worthwhile every single day
Cruisin' Van Nuys and acting so uncouth
All the joys of runnin' away
No speed limit on the Nevada state line
The air was red wine on those top-down nights
Just you and me and my old rollerskate
And the common sense to know our rights
We knew our rights then
Sweet old racin' car of mine
Roarin' down the broken line
I never been so much alive, no
Too fast for comfort
Too low to fly
Too young to die
They say a man can’t love a material thing
With aluminum skin and a cast iron soul
Well they never heard your engine sing
There is peace in losin' control, oh yes there is
With «Sticky Fingers» turned up real loud
Oh, we flirted with catastrophe
We were doin' everything that’s not allowed
Life didn’t come with a warranty
For you and me then
Sweet old racin' car of mine
Roarin' down the broken line, yeah
I never been so much alive
Too fast for comfort
Too low to fly
Too young, just too young
There is peace in losin' control, oh yes there is
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 the broken line, yeah
I never been so much alive
Too fast for comfort
Too low to fly
Too young to die
We were just too young to die
Too young to die
We were just too young to die