Compositor: Bruce Springsteen
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
Oh, 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, hey
And that's just coming
Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend
I want to 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, and, baby, we'll never go back
Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire?
'Cause, baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider, but I gotta find out how it feels
I wanna know if love is wild, I wanna know if love is real
(Here we go, one, two, three, four!)
Beyond the palace, semi-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 streets tonight
With an everlasting kiss, chip!
(Wow, one, two, three, four)
The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last-chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight, but 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
Oh, someday, girl, I don't know when
We're gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go and we'll walk in the Sun
But till then, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Till then, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Come on, honey, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Oh-oh-whoa, ooh-ooh-ooh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Alright!)