Oh, nothing is forgotten or forgiven
When it’s your last time around
I got stuff running `round my head
That I just can’t live down

When we found the things we loved
They were crushed and dying in the dirt
We tried to pick up the pieces
And get away without getting hurt
But they caught us at the state line
And burned our cars in one last fight
And left us running burned and blind
Hmm, chasing something in the night.

Bruce Springsteen: Something in the Night