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