You can hide beneath the covers and study your pain, make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain. Waste your summer praying in vain, for a savior to rise from these streets.

Politics and life go hand in hand.

Me and crazy Janey were making love in the dirt singing our birthday songs.

For the ones who had a notion, A notion deep inside, That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive I wanna find one face that ain't looking through me I wanna find one place, I wanna spit in the face of these badlands

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.

We gotta get out while we're young, 'cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

I come from a boardwalk town where almost everything is tinged with a bit of fraud. So am I.