Lyrics: Neil Young. Sleeps With Angels. Driveby.

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