Talking to myself

What is it about some songs, melodies, collections of precisely placed chords that tug at the heart strings, make me want to cry and laugh and drive faster. They're not always the same songs but those few never fail (at least they're not all on one cd). Tonight I wished once again that I was not a responsible car buyer and that I would have gotten something with some muscle, some rev (or even just a stick shift), something to make purr and transfer the boiling in the pit of my stomach to my feet. Oh well, at least I can fit a chair/boxes/trees into this one which comes up just about as often as the melancholy night drive.