There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers
And i'm pulling out of here to win
Thunder Road
(Springsteen)
Bruce Springsteen
1975
image
Danny Lyon
reblogged from LeClownLyrique
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