Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

    You got a fast car
    I want a ticket to anywhere
    Maybe we make a deal
    Maybe together we can get somewhere
    Anyplace is better
    Starting from zero got nothing to lose
    Maybe we'll make something
    Me myself I got nothing to prove

    You got a fast car
    I got a plan to get us out of here
    Been working at the convenience store
    Managed to save just a little bit of money
    We won't have to drive too far
    Just 'cross the border and into the city
    You and I can both get jobs
    And finally see what it means to be living

    See my old man's got a problem
    He live with the bottle that's the way it is
    He says his body's too old for working
    His body's too young to look like his
    My mama went off and left him
    She wanted more from life than he could give
    I said somebody's got to take care of him
    So I quit school and that's what I did

    You got a fast car
    Is it fast enough so we can fly away
    We gotta make a decision
    We leave tonight or live and die this way

    'cause I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
    Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
    City lights lay out before us
    And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
    And I had a feeling that I belonged
    I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

    You got a fast car
    We go cruising to entertain ourselves
    You still ain't got a job
    And I work in a market as a checkout girl
    I know things will get better
    You'll find work and I'll get promoted
    We'll move out of the shelter
    Buy a big house and live in the suburbs


    You got a fast car
    I got a job that pays all our bills
    You stay out drinking late at the bar
    See more of your friends than you do of your kids
    I'd always hoped for better
    Thought maybe together you and me would find it
    I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
    So take your fast car and keep on driving


    You got a fast car
    Is it fast enough so you can fly away
    You gotta make a decision
    You leave tonight or live and die this way

    Marco Giunco
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