Born to Run
I really let LJ go for this long, huh? ^^;
Well, I hope...everyone enjoyed the holiday in what way they could. Some of you love days like Thanksgiving and Christmas and the surrounding season, and some of you find it a big stressfest. I, personally, love it, and hope you all found goodness in it.
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream;
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected and steppin' out over the line.
Baby, this town rips the bones from your back;
It's a death trap! It's a suicide rap -
We've gotta get out while we're young.
`Cause tramps like us, baby,
We were born to run.
Would you let me in? I wanna be your friend;
I want to guard your dreams and visions.
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines;
Together, we could break this trap;
We'll run 'til we drop, baby, we'll never go back.
Will you walk with me out on the wire?
`Cause baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider.
But I gotta find out how it feels...
I want to let my love run wild, boy,
I want to let my love be real!
Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard;
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors,
And the boys try to look so hard.
The amusement park rises bold and stark;
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist.
I wanna die with you, boy, on the streets one night
In an everlasting kiss.
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, boy, we'll live with the sadness!
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.
Someday, boy, I don't know when, we're gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun...
But 'till then, tramps like us, baby,
We were born to run.
Paraphrased from Bruce Springsteen. I really feel like this sometimes, like just taking off running in one direction until I find that ONE person, you know? Yeah, the one I've never met yet. Maybe you have, though. Send him over here, for goodness's sake. It's weird, because I see a lot of good in the world, and if I went after every person worth chasing, I'd be a slut.
Well, I hope...everyone enjoyed the holiday in what way they could. Some of you love days like Thanksgiving and Christmas and the surrounding season, and some of you find it a big stressfest. I, personally, love it, and hope you all found goodness in it.
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream;
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected and steppin' out over the line.
Baby, this town rips the bones from your back;
It's a death trap! It's a suicide rap -
We've gotta get out while we're young.
`Cause tramps like us, baby,
We were born to run.
Would you let me in? I wanna be your friend;
I want to guard your dreams and visions.
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines;
Together, we could break this trap;
We'll run 'til we drop, baby, we'll never go back.
Will you walk with me out on the wire?
`Cause baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider.
But I gotta find out how it feels...
I want to let my love run wild, boy,
I want to let my love be real!
Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard;
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors,
And the boys try to look so hard.
The amusement park rises bold and stark;
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist.
I wanna die with you, boy, on the streets one night
In an everlasting kiss.
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, boy, we'll live with the sadness!
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.
Someday, boy, I don't know when, we're gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun...
But 'till then, tramps like us, baby,
We were born to run.
Paraphrased from Bruce Springsteen. I really feel like this sometimes, like just taking off running in one direction until I find that ONE person, you know? Yeah, the one I've never met yet. Maybe you have, though. Send him over here, for goodness's sake. It's weird, because I see a lot of good in the world, and if I went after every person worth chasing, I'd be a slut.