The Real Fast Car
I wish I had me a turbo-engine rocket-fuel jet car

Don't know where I'd go but I sure know that I'd go far

Head a million miles from here, find myself a new home

What if that place turns out to be the same as the place from which I


What if I've got it good here and I don't even know?

What if that's why I'm still here when I really want to go?

I want to get away, I want to stay

I want to be free, I want you to build your world around me

I wish I could understand the meaning of my dreams

I wish I could write a song as good as Visions of Johanna

When I do will the heavens open and the angels sing hosanna?

I mean, how will I know I've done it? How will I realize?

When I sing it will a vision of you dance before my eyes?

And having something like that I'd have to try to top

Might be even worse than never having not NO!

I wish I could hear what I'm saying now and smile

All the same, I haven't finished a song in a long, long while


I dreamed the world was crumbling all around me

There in the rubble on the ground you found me

And I pull you tight I want to hold you close

At the same time I can't stay, I've got to go

And there's that car but it's all out of gas

I can tell by the speedometer it's the kind that goes real fast

I could be someone, be someone, you know I surely could

If I could stand on the rock where Moses stood