Bruce Springsteen Backstreets
One soft infested summerMe and Terry became friendsTrying in vain to breathe The fire we was born inCatching rides to the outskirts Tying faith between out teethSleeping in that old abandoned beach house Getting wasted in the heatAnd hiding on the backstreetsHiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreetsSlow dancing in the dark On the beach at Stockton's WingWhere desperate lovers park We sat with the last of the Duke Street KingsHuddled in our cars Waiting for the bells that ringIn the deep heart of the night To set us loose from everythingTo go running on the backstreets Running on the backstreetsWe swore we'd live forever On the backstreets we take it togetherEndless juke joints in Valentino drag Where dancers scraped the tearsUp off the street dressed down in rags Running into the darknessSome hurt bad some really dying At night sometimes it seemedYou could hear the whole damn city crying Blame it on the lies that killed usBlame it on the truth that ran us down You can blame it all on me TerryIt don't matter to me now When the breakdown hit at midnightThere was nothing left to sayBut I hated him And I hated you when you went awayLaying here in the dark You're like an angel on my chestJust another tramp of hearts Crying tears of faithlessnessRemember all the movies TerryWe'd go see Trying to learn how to walk like the heroesWe thought we had to be And after all this timeTo find we're just like all the restStranded in the park And forced to confessTo hiding on the backstreetsHiding on the backstreets We swore forever friendsOn the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreetsHiding on the backstreets
