For the album see Born To Run (album)


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

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

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
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

Personnel Edit

Bruce Springsteen - guitar, vocals
Garry Tallent - bass guitar
Ernest "Boom" Carter - drums
David Sancious - keyboards
Danny Federici - organ
Clarence Clemons - saxophone

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