I told a story with the E Street Band that was bigger and better than I could have done on my own.
I had spent about three months where I couldn't sing at all, so that was anxiety-provoking. But after that, I went back out. I sang for two hours in my garage one day to see if I had a voice.
You know hearts these days are cheap.
In a restless heart the seed of betrayal lay.
Sometimes, at night you could hear the whole damn city crying.
You use to drive me wild, but lately you get your kicks from just knocking me down, down, down.