Written by Springsteen

I'm sorry I left me card at home... ...Well your late as well, that's three times on the run,
If you're late again the supervisor said we're gonna put you on daily sign on!


In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream,
At nights we ride through mansions of glory in our 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, it's a suicide rap,!
You've gotta get out while we're young,
Cos 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.
Just wrap your legs round these velvet hips
and strap your hands across my engines.

Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, and baby we'll never go back.
Oh will you walk with me out on the wire,
Cos baby I'm a scared and lonely rider.

I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, I want to know if love is real!

Uh! Got to ride!

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard.
The girls comb their hair in rear view mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard.

The amusement park rises bold and stark
as kids are huddled on the beach in a mist.
I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss Ha!

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive,
Everybody'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'll get to the place
that we really want to go, and we'll walk in the sun
But till then baby we were born to run!

Baby we were born to run, Oh!
Tramps like us, baby we were born to run!
Yes born to run!