Bruce Springsteen /

Born to Run #4

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 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
Yes, girl, we were

Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend
I wanna guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, and, baby, we'll never go back

Oh, 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 wanna know if love is wild
Babe, I wanna know if love is real
Oh, can you show me?

Beyond the palace, hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
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 the mist
I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the street tonight in an everlasting kiss

One, two, three, four
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 of the madness in my soul

Oh, someday, girl, I don't know when
We're gonna get to that place where we really wanna go, and we'll walk in the sun
But till then, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Aw, honey, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Come on, Wendy, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Run
Mm
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Mm
Whoa
Oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh