by David Crosby It was one of those nights When you drive Right by your own street And you wonder who's running Your hands and your feet And your car becomes a capsule Sometimes you can hide Last night I just wanted I wanted to ride I wanted to drive my car Didn't really care how far I wanted to roam, alone I wanted to drive my car Didn't really care how far I wanted to roam, alone. I was not out looking For honeys Oh I noticed them like usual but not as strong And the distance between Me and my pavement Seemed to get A hundred yards long I still feel the wind on my elbow But I'm driving by The seat of my pant I keep on tryin' To tune in tune in On the radio Trying to tune me Out of my trance I wanted to drive my car I didn't really care how far I wanted to roam, alone I wanted to drive my car Didn't really care how far I wanted to roam, alone. At least a car goes Where you steer it Sometimes that's the only Thing it does So I get in it And I drive it Just to hear it And remember this Feeling that there was. I wanted to drive my car I didn't really care how far I wanted to roam, alone I wanted to drive my car I didn't really care how far I wanted to roam, alone. (c) 1986 Guerilla Music Inc. (BMI) Drums: Joe Vitale Ba**: Leland Sklar Synth: Craig Doerge Slide guitar: David Lindley Guitar: Danny Kortchmar