I'm riding down Kingsley figuring I'll get a drink
Turn the radio up loud so I don't have to think
I take her to the floor looking for a moment when the world seems right
And I tear into the guts of something in the night
In the street you're born with nothing, and you're better off that way
Soon as you've got something they send someone to try and take it away
You can ride this road 'till dawn without another human being in sight
You're just wasted on, hm, something in the night
Nothing is forgotten or forgiven, when it's your last time around
I got stuff running 'round my head I just can't live down

When we found the things we loved, they were crushed and dying in the dirt
We tried to pick up the pieces, and get away without getting hurt
But they caught us at the state line, and burned our cars in one last fight
We're left burned and blind, hm, chasing something in the night

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Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen