Greetings from  Asbury Park, NJ.

Released: 5.Jan.1973

Live In New York City

Released: 27.March.2001

Hammersmith Odeon, London 1975

Released:15.nov 2005

LOST IN THE FLOOD

Lyrics By Bruce Springsteen

The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home

like a hungry runaway

He walks through town all alone

"He must be from the fort"

he hears the high school girls say

His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies

dressed in drag for homicide

The hit-and-run plead sanctuary,

'neath a holy stone they hide

They're breakin' beams and crosses

with a spastic's reelin' perfection

Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant,

pleadin' immaculate Conception

And everybody's wrecked on Main Street

from drinking unholy blood

Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep,

his ankles caked in mud

And I said "Hey, Gunner man, that's quicksand,

that's quicksand that ain't mud

Have you thrown your senses to the war

or did you lose them in the flood?"

That pure American brother

dull-eyed and empty-faced

races Sundays in Jersey

in a Chevy stock super eight

He rides 'er low on the hip,

on the side he's got "bound for glory"

in red, white and blue flash paint

He leans on the hood telling racing stories,

the kids call him Jimmy the Saint

Well the blaze and noise boy,

he's gunnin' that bitch

loaded to blastin' point

He rides head first into a hurricane

and disappears into a point

And there's nothin' left

but some blood where the body fell

That is, nothin' left that you could sell

just junk all across the horizon,

a real highwayman's farewell

And he said "Hey kid, you think that's oil?

Man, that ain't oil that's blood"

I wonder what he was thinking

when he hit that storm

Or was he just lost in the flood?

Eighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts

whisper in the air

Some storefront incarnation of Maria,

she's puttin' on me the stare

And Bronx's best apostle stands

with his hand on his own hardware

Everything stops,

you hear five, quick shots,

the cops come up for air

And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown,

they're shootin' up the street

And that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose

but he gets blown right off his feet

And some kid comes blastin' round the corner

but a cop puts him right away

He lays on the street

holding his leg screaming something in Spanish

Still breathing when I walked away

And someone said "Hey man, did you see that?

His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"

I wonder what the dude was sayin',

or was he just lost in the flood?

Hey man, did you see that,

those poor cats are sure messed up

I wonder what they were gettin' into,

or were they just lost in the flood?