Born to Run (Live at Brendan Byrne Arena, E. Rutherford, NJ - 7/9/1981)

One, two

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

Stepping out over the line

Whoa, baby, this town rips the bones from your back

It's a death trap, a suicide rap

We get out while we're young

It's 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

Strap your hands 'cross my engines

Together we could break this trap

Until we drop, baby, we'll never go back

Whoa, will you walk with me out on the wire?

Girl, I'm just a scared and lonely rider

I gotta find out how it feels

I wanna know if love is wild, I wanna know if love is real

Can you show me?

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard

The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors, 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 street tonight in an everlasting kiss

One, two, three

Highway's jammed with broken heroes

Last chance power drive

Everybody's out on the run tonight

There's no place left to hide

Together, Wendy, we'll live with the sadness

I'll love you with all the madness in my soul

Whoa, someday girl, don't know when

Gonna get to that place we really wanna go

We'll walk in the sun

Until then tramps like us, baby, we were born to run

Say, tramps like us (baby, we were born to run)

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

Whoa-oh-oh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh