Backstreets [Hammersmith Odeon, London ’75] Bruce Springsteen

[Verse 1]
One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in
Catching rides from the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat

[Chorus 1]
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
With a love so hard and filled with defeat
Running for your lives at night on them backstreets

[Verse 2]
Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing
Where desperate lovers park we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
Huddled in our cars waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart of the night to set us loose from everything

[Chorus 2]
To go running on the backstreets
Running on the backstreets
We swore we’d live forever
On the backstreets we made it together, together

[Bridge]
Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where dancers scraped the tears up off the street, dressed down in rags
Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying
At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying
Blame it on the lies that killed us, blame it on the truth that ran us down
You can blame it all on me, Terry, it don't matter to me now
When the breakdown hit at midnight, there was nothing left to say
I hated him and I hated you when you went away