fugitives dream

Bruce Springsteen

Sir, I am a pilgrim and a stranger in this land
Once, I had a home here, my salvation was at hand
I lived in a fine home on a far hillside
I had two beautiful children and a kind and loving wife

One day, a man came to town with nothing and nowhere to go
He came to me and he mentioned something
I d done a long time ago
I allowed him into my home
on his vow our secret d never see the light
At night, I d lay awake in my wife s arms
she sighed: Joe, are you alright?

I thought I could hold on, my vows, I tried to keep
Day after day, I felt myself grow weak
One night, I dressed by moonlight
and kissed my wife on the cheek
And I fled into the darkness of Union Street

And night after night, the same dream keeps coming round
I m standing high in the green
hills on the outskirts of town
The night air fills my lungs and rustles my shirt
In the distance, I can see the building where I used to work

I break through the open fields and out onto Old Town Road
I run faster and faster till I feel like my chest ll explode
As I draw near, the town s lit by a red summer Moon
I feel your arms around me, I wake up in this room