Runnin' Toward the Light (Live from Asbury Park)

I used to hate all of my dad's outlaw country bands
He'd play me when I was young
'Cause they'd lie through their teeth about the lives
They lead when all I wanted were honest songs

But now they're anthems in the van
And we're screaming them out on the highway
For good luck in the bright blistering sun

(Runnin' toward the light)
On the shoulder of a dream
I'm singing in my sleep
(Runnin' toward the light)
Stagger through the streets
I sing it in my sleep

Cream fights through truck stop coffee
Here in the quiet, purple dawn
Last night we played another highway bar
For the first time they sang along
Spray painted a (twenty up on the overpass)

Like a blood pact with the drifters
We've become in the soft, burgeoning sun

(Runnin' toward the light)
On the shoulder of a dream
I'm singing in my sleep
(Runnin' toward the light)
Stagger through the streets
I sing it in my sleep

This is for Rosa and Catherine, and Mom, and Dad
And this is for Robert, and Jesse, and the Thunderbird staff
I'm gonna make you proud of me
I'm gonna make you proud of me
I'm gonna make you proud of me
You ready?
One, two, three, four

(Runnin' toward the light)
On the shoulder of a dream
I'm singing in my sleep
(Runnin' toward the light)
Stagger through the streets
I sing it in my sleep