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“Let’s Take A Drive”- A Reminder To Keep Who We Were, Who We Are

Today I wanted to post this song.

Not only do I love the melody and lyrics, but I also think Christian Kane is a highly under-utilized talent! Actor, singer, songwriter…he’s so dreamy , I mean talented…this is a serious blog 🙂 Sorry.

Moving on… *ahem*

So yes…this is the type of song that makes you want to stick your head out the window of a moving car and laugh with joy at the awesomeness of life.  Because don’t we all kind of forget to do this as we get older?

We blame broken relationships, or the stress of life, or whatever, for tearing us down and wearing us out.

But that person we were when we were young- the carefree, the larger than life, the uninhibited- that person is still in us if we just give them a chance to get out and DANCE!

(and just because I’m awesome, I also posted the song at the end. You’re welcome 😉 )

“Let’s Take A Drive”- Written by Christian Kane, Jimmie Lee Sloas, and Phil Madeira
So he’s gone and left you all alone?
You think the better of your years
Were spent with him.
The little girl who used to dance
On fire and brimstone
Is all but dead.
Where’s the girl I knew that held
A lighter up to the radio,
She’d do anything she wants
Because she can?
We were seventeen and wild
and we were jumpin’ on the Devil’s bed…
I didn’t raise you like that.I taught you lessons about freedom
Strapped to the bucket of a 455.
I lit your hair on fire
Racing ten mile flats
Where American heavy metal thrives.
Oh we were waitin’ and wishin’
On pink slips and kisses at the end of the line.
When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass
And you screamed on high,
I’m alive.You can say that cat is long gone
I bet you look real hard
You can find that girl within
She’s probably waitin’ in the wings
For you to come along.
To let her ride again
You need a quarter mile, a bunch of horses,
And some gasoline.

I taught you lessons about freedom
Strapped to the bucket of a 455.
I lit your hair on fire
Racing ten mile flats
Where American heavy metal cries.
Oh we were waitin’ and wishin’
On pink slips and kisses at the end of the line.
When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass
And you screamed,
I’m alive.

I’m alive
You wanna meet a girl I used to know,
Let’s take a drive.

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