You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we can make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
The speed so fast felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling that I could be someone, be someone, be someone.
As Merl, Kels and I drove home from studying at Mozart's Coffee Shop this past Sunday, we took the long route, meandering through the windy, hilly roads. We stalled going home just to take in the beautiful views of the Austin skyline lights reflecting against the lake and to see one of Merl's favorite spots to view her hometown. I've always found car rides to be rejuvenating, especially with good company and good music. Some of my fondest memories have been sitting in the passenger seat of my car with a dear friend in the driver's seat, talking for hours on end. Anyway, this song, "Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman, was playing on the last leg of our way home and I thought its lyrics were thought-provoking enough to deserve a place on BOD, so here they are. Happy Easter!