Bruce Springsteen Devil's Arcade Lyrics

Remember the morning
We dug up your gun
The Worms in the barrel
A hangin' sun

Those first nervous evenings
Of Perfume and gin
The lost smell on your breath
As I helped you get in

The rush of your lips
The feel of your name
The beat of 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
then 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 dream
Of your buddies Charlie and Jim
and wake with the thick desert dust
on your skin

A Voice says "Don't worry, I'm here
Just whisper the word tomorrow in my ear"
A House on a quiet street
A Home for the brave
The Glorious kingdom
of 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 your heart
The beat of your heart
The slow burning away
Of the bitter fires
of the Devil's Arcade