Born to Run - Live at The Roxy, West Hollywood, CA - 10/18/1975

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, 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 across my engines

Together we could break this trap
We'll run till 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
Gotta find out 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
The 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 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 can 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 where we really want to go
And we'll walk in the sun
'Til then tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run

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

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Woah-woah-woah-woah

Woah-woah-woah
Woah-woah-woah
Woah-woah-woah
Woah-woah-woah