Years ago Born To Run was voted on for State Song of the Garden State.
I wonder when someone will read the lyrics sheet to the lege.
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
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
We gotta get out while we’re young`cause tramps like us,
baby we were born to run
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rimsIt's a little too late to get out while we're young. Wendy is probably married with three grown kids and the suicide machines are long rusted hulks. Maybe they should just decide that Bruce is good and promote Clarence Clemmons to higher state office and be done with it.
And strap your hands across my
Together we could break this trap
We’ll run till we drop, baby
we’ll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire`cause
just a scared and lonely rider