"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.
I'm sorry that nobody loves you anymore
Not as sorry as we're impressed
Your eyes always undress us
Your hold always arrests us
Yeah, I know what I said, but it's not too late
I don't want to spend my bread here anymore
Just keep 'em dancing, we're not even watching
The feeling's getting older
The season's getting colder
And I don't care what you say, but the town's not for me
And it's not only sad, but it happens, yeah
So I showed you I learned to forget you
I'm weak and I'm crazy and I damn sure made a spectacle
of myself
Well, nobody knocks or lives here anymore
just as soon as you went depressed
Your house you left so empty
Your friends you left so quickly
Singing, "I don't care what you say, but the town's not for me"
I don't want to swing my bags here anymore
The train keeps on going, they're not even watching
The season's getting colder
The feeling's getting older
Yeah, I know what I said, but it's not too late to get out of here
And it's not only sad, but it happens, yeah
So did I show you when I learned to forget you?
I'm weak and I'm crazy and I damn sure made a spectacle
of myself
And so it's better without you and the missing I did before
when I learned to claw at the door
When Picasso's guitar turned multiple shades of blue
I rolled back my eyes and I learned to forget you
But it's not only sad and it happens, yeah
Well, did I show you when I learned to forget you?
I'm weak and I'm crazy and I damn sure made a spectacle
of myself
We're sorry that nobody loves you anymore
Not as sorry as we're impressed
Your eyes always undress us
Your hold always arrests us
Well, I don't care what you say, but the town's not for me
Not as sorry as we're impressed
Your eyes always undress us
Your hold always arrests us
Yeah, I know what I said, but it's not too late
I don't want to spend my bread here anymore
Just keep 'em dancing, we're not even watching
The feeling's getting older
The season's getting colder
And I don't care what you say, but the town's not for me
And it's not only sad, but it happens, yeah
So I showed you I learned to forget you
I'm weak and I'm crazy and I damn sure made a spectacle
of myself
Well, nobody knocks or lives here anymore
just as soon as you went depressed
Your house you left so empty
Your friends you left so quickly
Singing, "I don't care what you say, but the town's not for me"
I don't want to swing my bags here anymore
The train keeps on going, they're not even watching
The season's getting colder
The feeling's getting older
Yeah, I know what I said, but it's not too late to get out of here
And it's not only sad, but it happens, yeah
So did I show you when I learned to forget you?
I'm weak and I'm crazy and I damn sure made a spectacle
of myself
And so it's better without you and the missing I did before
when I learned to claw at the door
When Picasso's guitar turned multiple shades of blue
I rolled back my eyes and I learned to forget you
But it's not only sad and it happens, yeah
Well, did I show you when I learned to forget you?
I'm weak and I'm crazy and I damn sure made a spectacle
of myself
We're sorry that nobody loves you anymore
Not as sorry as we're impressed
Your eyes always undress us
Your hold always arrests us
Well, I don't care what you say, but the town's not for me
Lyrics submitted by james ahab
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