I met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away
But now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
When I come home the house is dark
She sighs "Baby did you make it all right"
She sits on the porch of her daddy's house
But all her pretty dreams are torn
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels
Rumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands
Out of our way mister you best keep
`Cause summer's here and the time is right
We're goin' racin' in the street
"Racing in the Street," Bruce Springsteen, from the summer of 1978
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