Backstreets - Live at Sovereign Bank Arena , Trenton, NJ - 11/22/2005

One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for our lives at night out on those backstreets

Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing
Where desperate lovers park, we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
Huddled in our cars, waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart of the night, and set us loose from everything to go

Running on the backstreets
Running on the backstreets
We swore we'd live forever
On the backstreets we take it together

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where dancers scraped the tears above the streets dressed down in rags
Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying
At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying

Blame it on the lies that killed us, on the truth that ran us down
You can blame it all on me, Terry, it don't matter to me now
When the breakdown hit at midnight, there was nothing left to say
'Cept I hated him and I hated you when you went away

Now laying here in the dark, you're like an angel on my chest
Just another tramp of hearts, crying tears of faithlessness
Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see
Trying to learn how to walk like the heroes, we thought we had to be

Well, after all this time, to find we're just like all the rest
Stranded in the park, and forced to confess to

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
We swore forever friends
On the backstreets until the end

Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets
It's alright
We'll go hiding on the backstreets tonight

Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets

Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Thank you



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Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen
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