| Song | Drive |
| Artist | Miracle Of Sound |
| Album | Level 4 |
| Small time boy | |
| Caught in the big city | |
| Losing all my joy | |
| For a life that don’t fit me | |
| Got the same old dreams | |
| As a million fools | |
| Stacks of green | |
| And swimming pools | |
| And I used to swear upon wisdom | |
| You got brains to spare you gotta give some | |
| I kick back and flare my ignition | |
| It’s time to ride | |
| When I need to feel alive | |
| I just get in my car and drive | |
| When life it starts to break my stride | |
| I just get in my car and ride | |
| From an open window and a stolen ride | |
| Came a broken lifter with a fallen pride | |
| And now I walk beside | |
| Psychotic guides | |
| To listen to their whines and maniacal cries | |
| Worship the dollar and cent | |
| White collar dissent | |
| You holler and vent | |
| Over the most tiny moderate dent | |
| In your mountains of gold | |
| Accounts that you hold | |
| You’re wound up and old | |
| Young blood - man that fountain is cold | |
| And I used to swear upon wisdom | |
| You got brains to spare you gotta give some | |
| I kick back and flare my ignition | |
| It’s time to ride | |
| When I need to feel alive | |
| I just get in my car and drive | |
| When life starts to break my stride | |
| I just get in my car and ride | |
| What you doin what you doin what you gettin into | |
| What you doin what you doin what you gettin into | |
| When I need to feel alive | |
| I just get in my car and drive | |
| When life starts to break my stride | |
| I just get in my car and ride | |
| Oooh I’m gonna drive my blues away | |
| Gonna drive my blues away | |
| Just another sunny day |
| Small time boy | |
| Caught in the big city | |
| Losing all my joy | |
| For a life that don' t fit me | |
| Got the same old dreams | |
| As a million fools | |
| Stacks of green | |
| And swimming pools | |
| And I used to swear upon wisdom | |
| You got brains to spare you gotta give some | |
| I kick back and flare my ignition | |
| It' s time to ride | |
| When I need to feel alive | |
| I just get in my car and drive | |
| When life it starts to break my stride | |
| I just get in my car and ride | |
| From an open window and a stolen ride | |
| Came a broken lifter with a fallen pride | |
| And now I walk beside | |
| Psychotic guides | |
| To listen to their whines and maniacal cries | |
| Worship the dollar and cent | |
| White collar dissent | |
| You holler and vent | |
| Over the most tiny moderate dent | |
| In your mountains of gold | |
| Accounts that you hold | |
| You' re wound up and old | |
| Young blood man that fountain is cold | |
| And I used to swear upon wisdom | |
| You got brains to spare you gotta give some | |
| I kick back and flare my ignition | |
| It' s time to ride | |
| When I need to feel alive | |
| I just get in my car and drive | |
| When life starts to break my stride | |
| I just get in my car and ride | |
| What you doin what you doin what you gettin into | |
| What you doin what you doin what you gettin into | |
| When I need to feel alive | |
| I just get in my car and drive | |
| When life starts to break my stride | |
| I just get in my car and ride | |
| Oooh I' m gonna drive my blues away | |
| Gonna drive my blues away | |
| Just another sunny day |