"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Why can't I keep you safe as my own?
One moment I have you the next you are gone
Rehearsed steps on an empty stage
That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I crave you
I walked into the room dripping in gold
Yeah dripping in gold
I walked into the room dripping in gold
Dripping in gold
A wave of heads did turn, or so I've been told
Or so I've been told
My heart broke when I saw you kept your gaze controlled
Oh I cannot solve
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Why can't I keep you safe as my own?
One moment I have you the next you are gone
Rehearsed steps on an empty stage
That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I crave you
It's true I crave you
Crave you
It's true I crave you
Na na na na na na
Na na na
Na na na na na na
Crave you
Na na na na na
Na na na
Na na na na na na
Let's just stop and think
Before I lose face
Surely I can't fall
Into a game of chase
Around his little finger, that boy has got me curled
I try to reach out, but he's in his own world
This boy's got my head tied in knots with all his games
I simply want him more because he looks the other way
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Why can't I keep you safe as my own?
One moment I have you the next you are gone
Rehearsed steps on an empty stage
That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I crave you
I am craving you
They stare at me while I stare at you
Why can't I keep you safe as my own?
One moment I have you the next you are gone
Rehearsed steps on an empty stage
That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I crave you
I walked into the room dripping in gold
Yeah dripping in gold
I walked into the room dripping in gold
Dripping in gold
A wave of heads did turn, or so I've been told
Or so I've been told
My heart broke when I saw you kept your gaze controlled
Oh I cannot solve
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Why can't I keep you safe as my own?
One moment I have you the next you are gone
Rehearsed steps on an empty stage
That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I crave you
It's true I crave you
Crave you
It's true I crave you
Na na na na na na
Na na na
Na na na na na na
Crave you
Na na na na na
Na na na
Na na na na na na
Let's just stop and think
Before I lose face
Surely I can't fall
Into a game of chase
Around his little finger, that boy has got me curled
I try to reach out, but he's in his own world
This boy's got my head tied in knots with all his games
I simply want him more because he looks the other way
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Why can't I keep you safe as my own?
One moment I have you the next you are gone
Rehearsed steps on an empty stage
That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I crave you
I am craving you
Lyrics submitted by minusthebeatszz, edited by sandy00
Crave You Lyrics as written by James Nathan Lyell Hugo Stuart Gruzman
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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@CreativeJP Forgot something, but unable to edit. <br /> <br /> Her stage name is Zelda, and I found an awesome Zelda themed Gold Backpack that resembles the original NES game cartridge, which I would like to give her, but I will see how bad she wants it. I am going to make her jealous, and then grateful. That’s the plan. To be continued…
@CreativeJP what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. I understand you respect her and don't judge which is commendable but you're not grooming her to get a Pulitzer Prize. This is the weirdest thing I've ever seen but good luck to you though
@oasisness Not wierd, different. Artists like to support each other. Successful artists especially love to support artists who have potential but are not successful yet. Its called mentoring. I do not do anything unwelcome. Money is not a problem anymore and I'm now thinking of opening an erotic dancing academy as well as a male strip club in the city. I would have never made these decisions if I had not met Zelda. Ive lived long enough to have developed an intuition about the simulation we are in.