Songwriter: Bruce Springsteen
Producer: The Hollies
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on Highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line
Oh, baby, this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend, I want to guard your dreams and visions
Wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby, we'll never go back
Oh, so walk with me out on the wire?
'Cause, baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl, I want to know if love is real
Beyond the Palace, hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors and the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark, kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the streets tonight in an everlasting kiss
The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everyone's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide
Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh someday, girl, I don't know when, we're gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
Tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on Highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line
Oh, baby, this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend, I want to guard your dreams and visions
Wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, baby, we'll never go back
Oh, so walk with me out on the wire?
'Cause, baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl, I want to know if love is real
Beyond the Palace, hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors and the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark, kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the streets tonight in an everlasting kiss
The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everyone's out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide
Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh someday, girl, I don't know when, we're gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
Tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
From the album
- Write On (1976)
The Hollies popular songs
- Blowin’ in the Wind
- My Back Pages
- Touch Me
- I Shall Be Released
- Wheels on Fire
- 4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
- Quit Your Low Down Ways
- Break Me
- The Times They Are A-Changin’
- If I Needed Someone
- Live It Up
- I Want You
- I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight
- Mighty Quinn
- Just Like a Woman
- All I Really Want to Do
- When the Ship Comes In
- Born to Run