Born to Run - Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - 09/21/79

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
Woah, baby, this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, a suicide rap

We gotta get out while we're young
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
Woah, will you walk with me 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

Oh, can you show me

One, two

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, four

Highway's jammed with broken heroes
On a 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
Woah, someday girl, I don't know when
We're gonna get to that place we really wanna go

We'll walk in the sun
'Til then tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run

Wendy, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Come on, Wendy, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run

Thank you

Thank you