Born to Run (Live at Madison Square Garden, New York City, NY - 05/23/1988)

In the day we swear 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 nine
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

I wanna get out while I'm still young
'Cause tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run

Well, Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend
I wanna guard your dreams and visions
You just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
Strap your hands 'cross my engines

And together we could break this trap
We'll run 'til we drop, baby, we'll never go back
Walk with me out on the wire
Rrr, I'm just a scared and lonely rider

But I gotta know how it feels
I wanna know if love is wild
I want to know if love is real

Well, beyond the Palace, hemi-powered drones scream down the Boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rear-view 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
Well, I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the streets tonight in an everlasting kiss

Well, the highway's jammed with broken heroes
On a last-chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
But there ain't no place left to hide

And together we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday, baby, I don't know when
We're gonna get to that place, and where we really wanna go

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

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