Bruce Springsteen

rode through 40 nights of the gospels' rain
black sky pourin' snakes and frogs
and love in vain
you were down where the river grows wider
baby, let me be your soul driver
well if something in the air feels a little unkind
don't worry, darlin'
it'll slip your mind
I'll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider
baby, let me be your soul driver
now no one knows which way love's wheel turns
will we hit it rich
or crash and burn
does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate
this love potion's all we've got
one toast before it's too late
if the angels are unkind or the season is dark
or if in the end
love just falls apart
then here's to our destruction
baby, let me be your soul driver