Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us
Baby we were born to run
In the day we sweat it out in the streets
of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory
in suicide machines
I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
in an everlasting kiss
The highway's jammed with broken heroes
on a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
There's no place left to hide
Someday girl, I don't know when, we're gonna get
to that place where we really wanna go
And we'll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
Baby we were born to run
All lyrics: Bruce Springsteen, "Born To Run".
Previously unreleased pictures from my road trip through the American West in June 2009. The 1st picture was taken in a small town on Route 66, the 2nd and 3rd within a 100-mile radius around Winslow, Arizona. There's not many roads out there so you're likely to come across the same sights should you choose to spend your holidays out there.
Have a great day!
- Dom