Born to Run (Encore At The Garden)

You want one more or no?

I think we got just the song

One, two

In the day, we sweat it out in 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 wheel, fuel-injected, and stepping out over the line

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 'cross 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 know how it feels

I wanna know if love is wild, babe, I wanna know if love is real

Oh, can you show me?

One, two, three, four

Beyond the palace, hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard

Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors as the boys try to look so hard

The amusement park rises bold and stark, kids are huddled on the beach in the mist

I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the street tonight in an everlasting kiss

One, two, three, four

The highway's 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 of the madness in my soul

Oh, someday soon, I don't know when

We're gonna get to that place we really wanted to go and we'll walk in the sun

But till then, tramps like us

Baby, we were born to run

Oh honey, tramps like us

Baby, we were born to run

Come on with me, tramps like us

Baby, we were born to run

Jake Clemons

The Killers

Bruce Springsteen

Have a good night, everybody