"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.
Looking at the cop in the rear view mirror
Probably should have stopped but the crosswalk was clear
I'll just imagine it's a ticket to a Broadway show
Looking at the clouds and they seem kinda funny
Probably gonna rain but my outlook is sunny
I'll just imagine that I'm laying out in Mexico
'Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain
And I know that things won't always go my way
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
But I can't complain
I can't complain
Every days too short to let it go to waste
Now I can't complain
I can't complain
You gotta treat every day like a holiday
And I'm telling you
That I know some days I'm gonna stumble
And I know the cookie's gonna crumble
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
But I can't complain
Waiting on a never ending train at the crossing
Paying it no mind 'cause you just keep talking
We'll just imagine it's the good old days and take it slow
Spending Christmas Eve on the floor of the airport
Dying to get back to the people that I care for
Smiling just dreaming about my puppy in my bed back home
'Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain
And I know that things won't always go my way
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
But I can't complain
I can't complain
Every days too short to let it go to waste
Now I can't complain
I can't complain
You gotta treat every day like a holiday
And I'm telling you
That I know some days I'm gonna stumble
And I know the cookie's gonna crumble
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
If you can't say nothing good
Don't say nothing
If you stop to think you could come up with something
That makes you feel so good when times are rough it's ok
I can't complain
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Don't let it go to waste
Now I can't complain
I can't complain
Every days too short to let it go to waste
Now I can't complain
I can't complain
You gotta treat every day like a holiday
And I'm telling you
That I know some days I'm gonna stumble
And I know the cookie's gonna crumble
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
But I can't complain
Probably should have stopped but the crosswalk was clear
I'll just imagine it's a ticket to a Broadway show
Looking at the clouds and they seem kinda funny
Probably gonna rain but my outlook is sunny
I'll just imagine that I'm laying out in Mexico
'Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain
And I know that things won't always go my way
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
But I can't complain
I can't complain
Every days too short to let it go to waste
Now I can't complain
I can't complain
You gotta treat every day like a holiday
And I'm telling you
That I know some days I'm gonna stumble
And I know the cookie's gonna crumble
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
But I can't complain
Waiting on a never ending train at the crossing
Paying it no mind 'cause you just keep talking
We'll just imagine it's the good old days and take it slow
Spending Christmas Eve on the floor of the airport
Dying to get back to the people that I care for
Smiling just dreaming about my puppy in my bed back home
'Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain
And I know that things won't always go my way
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
But I can't complain
I can't complain
Every days too short to let it go to waste
Now I can't complain
I can't complain
You gotta treat every day like a holiday
And I'm telling you
That I know some days I'm gonna stumble
And I know the cookie's gonna crumble
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
If you can't say nothing good
Don't say nothing
If you stop to think you could come up with something
That makes you feel so good when times are rough it's ok
I can't complain
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Don't let it go to waste
Now I can't complain
I can't complain
Every days too short to let it go to waste
Now I can't complain
I can't complain
You gotta treat every day like a holiday
And I'm telling you
That I know some days I'm gonna stumble
And I know the cookie's gonna crumble
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
But I can't complain
Lyrics submitted by Skoobasteve24, edited by benmi
Can't Complain Lyrics as written by Emily Meredith Wright Brian Dong Ho Lee
Lyrics © SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING
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