Get in the Car
Let's go and take a starlit drive
To where the shaping of our lives
Had just begun...when we were young
When everything was coming right
In our dreams of love and life
And we could run...into the sun
Get in the car
We're taking a ride
We're looking for stars
We're looking for satellites
Of love
Of love
Changes coming changes gone
We just want to be someone
Behind the tears...behind the tears
Nights and days go on and on
And things are coming out all wrong
And no one hears...and no one hears
Get in the car
We're taking a ride
We're looking for stars
We're looking for satellites
Get in the car
We're taking a ride
You'll be the star
I'll be your satellite
Of love
Of love
Let's go and take a ride
To all those starry nights
We used to fly upon...when we were young
When everything was coming right
In all our dreams of love and life
And we would run...into the sun
Nothing's gonna get me down
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Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't