The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive.

We're gonna play some pool, skip some school, act real cool, stay out all night, it's gonna be alright.

Most artists I know consider themselves to be phonies, along with the feeling that there's something that you're doing is essential, essential to communicate, and deeply, deeply real.

"Born To Run," that expands every time we go out. It just seems to you - more of your life fills it in, fills in the story. And when we hit it every night, it's always a huge catharsis. It's fascinating to see the audience singing it back to me. It's quite wonderful, you know, to see people that intensely singing your song.

The man on the radio says Elvis Presley's died. We drove to Memphis, the sky was hard and black.

I was a guitar player on the streets of Asbury Park and already a member in good standing amongst those who lie in service of the truth - artists with a small A. But I held four clean aces. I had youth, almost a decade of hardcore bar band experience, a good group of homegrown musicians who were attuned to my performance style, and a story to tell.

Mister, I ain't a boy, no I'm a man, and i believe in a promised land.