^AmIt was one of those nights When you drive right ^Cby your own street And you ^Dwonder who's running your hands or your ^Em7feet And your ^Amcar becomes a capsule s^Cometimes you can't hide ^DLast night I needed ^Em7I needed to drive I want to ^Amdrive my^D car I really^Am don't care how ^Dfar I want to ^Amroam ^{D Am}alone I want to ^Amdrive my ^Dcar I really ^Amdon't care how ^Dfar I want to ^Amroam ^{D Am}alone ^AmI was not out looking for ^Choney's Oh I ^Dnoticed them like usual but ^Em7not as strong And the ^Amdistance between me and my ^Cpavement ^DIt seemed to be a hundred yards ^Em7long I still f^Ameel the wind on my ^Celbow But I'm ^Ddriving by the seat of my ^Em7pants I keep ^Amtrying trying to tune the ^Cradio t^Drying to tune me out of my ^Em7trance I want to^Am drive m^Dy car I reall^Amy don't care how^D far I want to^Am roam^{D Am}alone I want to ^Amdrive my ^Dcar I really ^Amdon't care how ^Dfar I want to ^Amroam ^{D Am}alone At least a c^Amar goes where you st^Ceer it ^DSometimes it's the only things it ^Em7does ^{Am C D}So I get in and I drive to hear it and I remember that feeling that ^Em7there was I want to^Am drive m^Dy car I reall^Amy don't care how^D far I want to^Am roam^{D Am}alone I want to ^Amdrive my ^Dcar I really ^Amdon't care how ^Dfar I want to^Am roa^Dm ^Amalone