Well, you're brought up on the street. Did ya make it on your own. Are ya living in the shadow. Crawling in the night. Sleeping in the subway. Beggin' for a fight.
She used to be an ironhorse. Twenty years ago. Used to bring the mail to me. Through the ice and snow. I've sat alone and watched her. Steaming through the night.
I was driving down the highway my music playing loud. I drove into a truckstop stepped up feelin' proud. The stupid gas attendant said "stop that fucking row".
Ride the silver eagle out of JFK. Up the eastern seaboard destination Portland Maine. When we saw the people at the concert hall. The seats were for five thousand it made us feel so small.
There's a fire in the sky. There's a feeling in the air. When the ground starts to tremble. The first attack is here. You won't stand a chance. When the missiles start to fly.
Where were you in '79 when the dam began to burst. Did you check us out down at the local show. Were you wearing denim, wearing leather. Did you run down to the front.
Just before dawn in the cold light. We came out of the night. A great expectation from the man who ran the show. Will it rain, will it snow, will it shine, we don't know.