You were born to run in lucky town.
Lucky town.
But the E Street shuffle on this Windoze of mine
Is like a tour of 'Nam in '69.
The hard drive flops like a sad old clown
And leaves me in the darkness at the edge of town.
My home town.
Been to Asbury Park, to Nebraska and back.
Finally got a machine that screams--it's a Mac.
Meeting cross the river, just Bobby and me,
With real windows and that RISC-chip we're free.
[BRIDGE] and tunnel
Easy's not wrong in this book of mine
If I can do what I want in half the time.
So drop on by, your system's never down
Workin' and playin' in your home town.
That's Old Town.
