We busted out of class

had to get away from those fools.
We learned more from a three-minute record

 than we ever learned in school.
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired

and you just want to close your eyes

and follow your dreams down

But we made a promise

we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Like soldiers in the winters night

with a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

..........

Now on the street

tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
But its good to see your smiling face

and to hear your voice again

We could sleep in the twilight by the river bed,
with a wide open country in our hearts
and these romanics dreams in our heads...
 

Bruce Sprigsteen