The man on the radio says Elvis Presley's died. We drove to Memphis, the sky was hard and black.
Bruce SpringsteenI would rather feel the hurt inside, yes I would darling, than know the emptiness that your heart must hide.
Bruce SpringsteenFame, on its best day, is kind of like a friendly wave from a stranger by the side of the road. And when it's not so good, it's like a long walk home, all alone, with nobody in when you get there.
Bruce Springsteen