Too Young to Die - Jimmy Webb

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