Born To Run

Bruce Springsteen · Collection 1973-1984 [2010]

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



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, 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



Beyond the palace, hemi-powered drones

Scream down the boulevard

Girls comb their hair in rear view 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!

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

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

Oh honey, tramps like us, baby, we were born to run

Come on Wendy, tramps like us

Baby, we were born to run

Whoa, oh

Mmmm

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Mmmm

Whoa, whoa, whoa