Lyrics for Sunday and Green Lake

Backstreets 

By Bruce Springsteen 

One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends

Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in

Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth

Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat

And hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets

With a love so hard and filled with defeat

Running for our lives at night on them backstreets

Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing

Where desperate lovers park, we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings

Huddled in our cars, waiting for the bells that ring

In the deep heart of the night they set us loose of everything

To go running on the backstreets

Running on the backstreets

Terry, you swore we'd live forever

Taking it on them backstreets together

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag

Where famous dancers scraped the tears up off the street, dressed down in rags

Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying

At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying

Blame it on the lies that killed us, blame it on the truth that ran us down

You can blame it all on me, Terry, it don't matter to me now

When the breakdown hit at midnight, there was nothing to say

But I hated him, and I hated you when you went away

Laying here in the dark, you're like an angel on my chest

Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness

Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see

Trying to learn to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be

And after all this time, to find we're just like all the rest

Stranded in the park and forced to confess

To hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets

Where we swore forever friends

On the backstreets until the end

Hiding on the backstreets

Hiding on the backstreets

Was all right, we're all

Hiding on the backstreets tonight

Hiding on the backstreets

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Sunday was a beautiful day, on the cool side and breezy. We went to Green Lake, met Daniel at his house, and took him to lunch at the Greenlake Grill while Cahaya, who's working on an MBA, stayed home with the dogs to study. Then we took the dogs for a walk around the lake; they were fairly rambunctious and chased squirrels, geese, and other dogs as much as they can on leashes, but they calmed down by the time we stopped for boba on the way back to Daniel's house.

 

We came home as it was getting dark -- too early, since the clocks went back last night -- and had a small dinner since we were still full from the Beecher's grilled cheese and tomato soup (me) and various breakfast meats (them) from lunch. We caught up on the end of the day's football, watched the episode of Ghosts we missed on Thursday, and now we're watching Blinded by the Light because we were in the mood for it and haven't seen it since it came out five years ago.