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