I like to drive
I love my car
And how it handles
I'm not so disturbed
Should a shopping cart
Leave a dent in my door
Hell, I collect fenderbenders
I wear them proud
Like medals won in war

The illusion of freedom
Driving brings is a poor substitute
For the real deal but it's better than nothing
I'll ride the pedal 'till the tank runs dry
Fill-up then hit the road again
Soon, or soon enough, the rising cost of gas
Will have me confined to my hometown