Songwriter: Bruce Springsteen
Well, I stood stone-like at midnight
Suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right
And commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain
And I walked on a crooked crutch
I strode all alone through a fallout zone
Came out with my soul untouched
Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said "Sit down," I stood up
([Crowd:] Oh, oh) Growin' up
Ah-one, two, three, four!
Well, the flag of piracy flew from my mast
My sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for first mate
She couldn't sail, but she sure could sing
I pushed B-52, and I bombed 'em with the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
Broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing
Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said, "Come down," I threw up
Oh, oh, growin' up
All right, come on, boys!
I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere
And you know it's really hard to hold your breath
Well, I lost everything I ever loved or feared
I was the cosmic kid!
Well, my feet, they finally took root in the earth
Got me a nice little place in the stars
I swear I found the key to the universe
In the engine of an old parked car
Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said, "Sit down," I stood up
Oh, oh, growin' up
Yeah, yeah, growin' up
Yeeeeeahh!
One, two, a-one!
Thank you!
Suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right
And commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain
And I walked on a crooked crutch
I strode all alone through a fallout zone
Came out with my soul untouched
Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said "Sit down," I stood up
([Crowd:] Oh, oh) Growin' up
Ah-one, two, three, four!
Well, the flag of piracy flew from my mast
My sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for first mate
She couldn't sail, but she sure could sing
I pushed B-52, and I bombed 'em with the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
Broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing
Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said, "Come down," I threw up
Oh, oh, growin' up
All right, come on, boys!
I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere
And you know it's really hard to hold your breath
Well, I lost everything I ever loved or feared
I was the cosmic kid!
Well, my feet, they finally took root in the earth
Got me a nice little place in the stars
I swear I found the key to the universe
In the engine of an old parked car
Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said, "Sit down," I stood up
Oh, oh, growin' up
Yeah, yeah, growin' up
Yeeeeeahh!
One, two, a-one!
Thank you!
Live in Dublin
- Atlantic City (Live in Dublin)
- Long Time Comin’ (Live in Dublin)
- Open All Night (Live in Dublin)
- Pay Me My Money Down (Live in Dublin)
- Growin’ Up (Live in Dublin)
- When the Saints Go Marching In (Live in Dublin)
- This Little Light of Mine (Live in Dublin)
- American Land (Live in Dublin)
- Blinded By the Light (Live in Dublin)
- Love of the Common People (Live in Dublin)
- Jacob’s Ladder (Live in Dublin)
- How Can a Poor Man Stand Such Times and Live? (Live in Dublin)
- Mrs. McGrath (Live in Dublin)
- Old Dan Tucker (Live in Dublin)
- Eyes on the Prize (Live in Dublin)
- Jesse James (Live in Dublin)
- Further On (Up The Road) (Live in Dublin)
- O Mary Don’t You Weep (Live in Dublin)
- Erie Canal (Live in Dublin)
- If I Should Fall Behind (Live in Dublin)
- My Oklahoma Home (Live in Dublin)
- Highway Patrolman (Live in Dublin)
- We Shall Overcome (Live in Dublin)
- Live in Dublin (2007)
- Born in the U.S.A.
- Born to Run
- Dancing in the Dark
- I’m On Fire
- Thunder Road
- Blinded by the Light
- The River
- Atlantic City
- Hungry Heart
- Jungleland
- Glory Days
- Badlands
- My Hometown
- Streets of Philadelphia
- Backstreets
- The Ghost of Tom Joad
- Tenth Avenue Freeze Out
- Secret Garden
- Racing in the Street
- Nebraska
- I’m Goin’ Down
- Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)
- Growin’ Up
- The Rising