I go to put my arm around you and you give me a look like I’m way out of bounds.
We’ve got no fairytale ending, in God’s hands our fate is complete. Your heaven’s here in my heart, our love’s this dust beneath my feet.
Blame it on the lies that killed us. Blame it on the truth that ran us down.
Me and crazy Janey were making love in the dirt singing our birthday songs.
I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car.
You ask for your audience’s investment in your music; you’re in a relationship with them. And their relationship with the E Street Band is separate from whatever else I might do. I like the idea of us being something that people rely on.
You need two things to remain very, very present. You need to continue to write well and engage yourself in the issues of the day. And you have to continue to make good, relevant records.
When I look at myself, I don’t see the man I wanted to be.
The audiences are there as a result of my history with the band but also as a result of my being able to reach people with a tune.
The first thing that I do when I come out every night is to look at the faces in front of me, very individually.
Somebody who can reckon with the past, who can live with the past in the present, and move towards the future – that’s fabulous.
It ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive.
Walk tall, or baby don’t walk at all.
In the day we sweat it out on the streets on a runaway American dream.
Got a wife and kid in Baltimore Jack, I went out for a ride and I never went back. Like a river that don’t know where it’s flowing, I took a wrong turn and I just kept going.
They put a rifle in my hand, sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the Yellow man.
Mister, I ain’t a boy, no I’m a man, and i believe in a promised land.
You’ve got to learn to live with what you can’t rise above.
That you know flag flying over the courthouse Means certain things are set in stone Who we are, what we’ll do and what we won’t.
Just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of... Well, the time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of Glory days – yeah, they’ll pass you by, Glory days – in the wink of a young girl’s eye.