I pulled into town in a police car
Your daddy said I took it just a little too far
You're telling her things but your girlfriend lied
You can't catch me 'cause the rabbit done died
Yes it did
I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
We fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime
Since then I've been running around trying to find you
I went to the places you always go
I rang your home but got no answer
Jumped in my car, I went round there
I still don't believe it
He was just leaving
Song with the description of angst inside a car...
Packed like lemmings Into shiny metal boxes Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel And stares alone into the distance He knows that something Somewhere has to break...
In the back of my Cadillac
A wicked lady sittin' by my side sayin' "where are we?"
Stopped at Third and Forty-three, exit to the night
It's gonna be ecstacy, this place was meant for me
I feel so good tonight
(Oooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Who cares about tomorrow, so baby, you'd better believe!
I'm back, back in the New York groove