born to run

January 4, 2007

in the day, we sweat it out 
on the streets of a runaway American dream –
at night we ride 
through mansions of glory in suicide machines.
sprung from cages out on Highway 9,
chrome wheeled, fuel injected
and steppin’ out over the line.
oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back –
it’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap.
we gotta get out while we’re young,
’cause tramps like us, baby,
we were born to run.

Wendy, let me in, i wanna be your friend –
i want to guard your dreams and visions.
just wrap your legs ’round these velvet rims
and strap your hands across my engines.
together we could break this trap –
we’ll run till we drop, baby, we’ll never go back.
will you walk with me out on the wire?
’cause baby, i’m just a scared and lonely rider.

but i gotta know how it feels –
i want to know if your love is wild,
baby, i want to know if love is real.
oh, can you show me?

beyond the Palace, hemi-powered drones 
scream down the boulevard,
the girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
and the boys try to look so hard.
the amusement park rises bold and stark,
kids are huddled on the beach in a mist.
i wanna die with you, Wendy, on the streets tonight
in an everlasting kiss.

the highway’s jammed with broken heroes
on a last chance power drive.
everybody’s out on the run tonight,
but there’s no place left to hide.

together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness –
i’ll love you with all the madness in my soul.
someday, girl, i don’t know when,
we’re gonna get to that place
where we really want to go
and we’ll walk in the sun,
but ’til then, tramps like us,
baby, we were born to run.

baby, we were born to run.

(Bruce Springsteen)


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