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,… - Bruce Springsteen

I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.

I turn the corner off the highway onto a dark country road. I hit my high beams, scan the flat farm fields looking for deer. All clear, I twist the throttle as rushing into my arms comes home.

Laying here in the dark you're like an angel on my chest, Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness. Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see? Trying to learn how to walk like heroes we thought we had to be. And after all this time to find we're just like all the rest, Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets. We swore forever friends on the backstreets until the end, Hiding on the backstreets, hiding on the backstreets.

I wanted to be a voice that reflected experience and the world I lived in. So I knew in 1972 that to do this I would need to write very well and more individually than I had ever written before.