A volte servirebbe un'auto così veloce da volare via...

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


I remember we were driving in your car
The 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
And I had a feeling I could be someone

http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tracy_Chapman
http://www.tracychapman.com/ (dateci un'occhiata, sorprende!)