Bruce Springsteen. Live In New York City. Don't Look Back. Zeneszám

Cold rain running down the front of my shirt
I'm flat on my back wheels in the dirt
Angel makes her face up out on Baker Street
She's straddling the shifter in my front seat

There's nothing to lose, it's a heartbreak
The deck's stacked
So put your foot to the floor
And darling don't look back

We're making night tracks through the blazing rain
Blowin' pistons, workin' the fast lane
Red line burnin', pocket's full of cash
Angel writes her name in lipstick on my dash

There's nothing to lose
It's a bad break but baby we're backed
Tonight we'll blow off the doors
And honey we won't look back

We held it in our hearts in the pourin' rain
We made it through the heart of a hurricane
We tore it apart and put it together again
Whoa no no

Well angel, won't you believe in love for me?
C'mon and meet me tonight, darling, out in the street
We'll move with the city in the dark
You got to walk, it talk, it in your heart

There's nothin' to lose it's a heartache
The deck's stacked
So put your foot to the floor, darling
Tonight we'll blow off the doors, baby
We're gonna even the score
And honey we won't look back

I don't look back
I really don't look back
I really don't look back
No no no no no no
I really don't look

Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look
Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look
Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look
Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look back