of a runaway American dream
And at night we ride through mansion
s of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages on Highway 9
Chrome -wheeled, fuel -injected,
steppin' out over the light
Oh baby, this time rips the bones
We gotta get out while we're young
maybe we were born to run
I wanna guard your dreams and visions.
Just wrap your legs around these velvet rims,
Strap your hands across my engines,
We could break this trap,
Baby, we'll never go back.
Will you walk with me out on the wire?
But I gotta find out how it feels
I wanna know if love is real
I wanna know if love is wild
I want to know if love is real
scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises, bold and stark
I want to die with you, Wendy,
Always jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run
But there's no place left to hide
Together, Wendy, we live with the sadness
I love you with all the mad
We're gonna get to that place
And we'll, we'll walk in the sun
tramps like us, we were born to run
baby, we were born to run