Devil`s Arcade
Bruce Springstee n
Remember the morning
we dug up your gun
The worms in the barrel
the hanging sun
Those first nervous
evenings of perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath
as I helped you get it in
The rush of your lips
the feel of your name
The beat in your heart
the devil's arcade
You said Heroes are needed
so heroes 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
In 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 you dream
your buddies Charlie and James
And wake with a thick desert
dust on your skin
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Voice says don't worry
I'm here Just whisper
the word tomorrow in my ear
House on a quiet street
a 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 chain
of 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
the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart
the beat of your heart
The beat of your heart
the beat of her heart
The beat of your heart
the slow burning away
Of the bitter fires
of the devil's arcade