My City's In Ruins
Bruce Springsteen · Other Songs - Bruce Springsteen
On the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church door's thrown open
I can hear the organ's song
But the congregation's gone
My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Now the sweet bells of mercy
Drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner
Like scattered leaves,
The boarded up windows,
The empty streets
While my brother's down on his knees
My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Now's there's tears on the pillow
Darlin' where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss
My soul is lost, my friend
Tell me how do I begin again?
My city's in ruins
My city's in ruins
Now with these hands,
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the faith, Lord
We pray for your love, Lord
We pray for the lost, Lord
We pray for this world, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord
Come on
Come on
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
My City's In Ruins
My City's In Ruins stands as a poignant song in Bruce Springsteen's expansive catalogue, reflecting his enduring commitment to documenting the struggles of working-class America. The track captures the artist's signature blend of rock intensity and lyrical realism, painting a vivid picture of urban decay and resilience. While often associated with his broader exploration of economic hardship and social change, the song reinforces Springsteen's reputation for crafting narratives that resonate deeply with listeners facing similar challenges. This recording contributes to his legacy of creating music that serves as both a personal expression and a collective anthem for communities navigating difficult times.

