Bruce Springsteen

Remember a morning
We dug up your gun
Four rooms in a barrel
A hanging sun
Those first nervous evenings
Of Perfume and gin
They'll all smell on your breath
As I helped you get in
The rush of your lips
The feel of your nails
The beat of your heart
The Devil's Arcade
You said "Here are the needy-
so here it'll get made"
Somebody made a bet
Somebody paid
The cool desert morning
and nothing to save
Just metal and plastic
Where your body caved
The slow games of poker
with Lieutenant Ray
and the ward with the blue walls
A sea with no name
Where you lie adrift with the heroes
Of The Devil's Arcade
You sleep and dream
your buddies Charlie and Jin
and wake with the fake desert dust
on your skin
Voice says "Don't worry
I'm here
Just whisper the word tomorrow
in my ear"
House on a quiet street
Home for the brave
A Glorious kingdom
with the sun on your face
Rising from a long night
As dark as the grave
On a thin sheet, the next moments
and something like faith
On a morning to order
A breakfast to make
A bed draped in sunshine
A Body that waits
For the touch of your fingers
The end of the day
The beat of your heart (X 7)
The slow burning away
Love's bitter fires
of the Devil's Arcade