Thunder. Road.
"you can hide beneath your covers and study your pain
make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
waste your summer prayin in vain for a savior to rise from these streets
and i'm no hero, that's understood
all the redemption i can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
with a chance we'll make it good somehow
well what else can we do now
except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair?"
"and there were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
they haunt this dusty beach road with the skeleton frames of their burnt out chevrolets
i hear them scream your name at night in the street
your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
and in the lonely cool before dawn
i hear their engines a roarin on, but when you get to the porch
they're gone on the wind
so mary climb in
it's a town full of losers, i'm pullin outta here to win."
i'm not enraptured by bruce's overall career; i don't even listen to him that much. but this is possibly my favorite song of all time.
