Neil Young — Driveby lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Driveby" by Neil Young.
Lyrics
It’s a random kind of thing
Came upon a delicate flower
I can’t believe
a machine gun sings
Driveby, driveby,
driveby, driveby
Well he borrowed
his girlfiend’s car
Went out riding with the boys
Now she’s gone
like a shooting star
Driveby, driveby,
driveby, driveby
Now she’s gone
like a shooting star
Trail of dreams
tragic trail of fire
Now she’s gone
like a shooting star
Driveby, driveby,
driveby, driveby
Well you feel invincible
It’s just a part of life
There’s a feud going on and you don’t know
Driveby, driveby,
driveby, driveby