Lyrics
I remember 17 when I was drivin' home
I recall being 17, driving home
I realized that to be a man was to be alone
I realized that true manhood meant being alone
Drive, that's when I learned to drive
Driving became a crucial lesson for me
Snow was fallin' all around the car (yeah)
Amidst falling snow, an introspective car journey
Maybe freedom is when people don't know where you are
Freedom, perhaps, is when one's location is unknown
Drive, that's when I learned to drive
Reiterating the importance of the driving experience
So I drove muddy roads down the (avenue)
Navigating muddy roads down the avenue
Maybe power is when they don't know what got 'em (few)
Suggesting power lies in mystery, catching others off guard
Drive, that's when I learned to drive (that's when I learned to)
Emphasizing the transformative aspect of driving
I had a dream that I climbed down
Describing a dream where descending from high ground
From the so called high ground
Reflecting on a location of supposed advantage
They were still firing live rounds
Despite live rounds, an eerie quietness prevailed
But everything was quiet
A contrast between the dream's serenity and the harsh reality
And I awoke on the chapel floor
Awakening in a chapel, symbolizing spiritual conflict
Wiped my tears and grabbed my rifle by the chapel door
Gathering strength, picking up a rifle by the chapel door
And walked back on the street
Returning to the street, facing the challenges
That feeling is fleeting as I try to keep
Highlighting the transient nature of positive feelings
The dream is sweet, but violence doesn't sleep so
A recognition that dreams may be sweet, but violence persists
Drive
Reiterating the theme of driving as a metaphor for life
Clever men and our violence
Addressing the intelligence of men and its association with violence
Clever men and our violence
Repeating the notion of clever men being linked to violence
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