Tramps like us...

The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive

Everybody's out on the run tonight

but there's no place left to hide

Together Wendy we'll live with the sadness

I'll love you with all the madness in my soul

Someday girl I don't know when

we're gonna get to that place

Where we really want to go

and we'll walk in the sun

But till then tramps like us

baby we were born to run

 

Born to Run - Bruce Springsteen

 

Kind of going for a bit of a rock-ish feel to this so made it a bit gritty. It's really not the most flattering of processing but I wanted it to look a bit edgy while keeping the intimacy.

Done