Track Title:               The Wish

Album Title:               Tracks, Disc 3
Prime Artist:              Bruce Springsteen
Written by:                Bruce Springsteen
Lyrics:
Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow
Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown
music store window
That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one
beautiful star
And lying underneath a brand-new Japanese guitar

I remember in the morning, ma, hearing your alarm
clock ring
I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work
The sound of your makeup case on the sink
And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume and
rustlin' skirts
And how proud and happy you always looked
walking home from work

If pa's eyes were windows into a world so deadly
and true
You couldn't stop me from looking but you kept me
from crawlin' through
And if it's a funny old world, mama, where a little
boy's wishes come true
Well I got a few in my pocket and a special one just
for you

It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a
mother's day card
It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice
little yard
I got my hatred down on Bond Street, I'm older but
you'll know me in a glance
We'll find us a little rock 'n roll bar and baby we'll go
out and dance

Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink
curlers and matador pants
Pullin' me up of the couch to do the twist for my
uncles and aunts
Well I found a girl of my own now, ma, I popped
the question on your birthday
She stood waiting on the front porch while you were
telling me to get out there
And say what it was that I had to say

Last night we all sat around laughing at the things
that guitar brought us
And I layed awake thinking 'bout the other things it's
brought us
Well tonight I'm takin's requests here in the kitchen
This one's for you, ma, let me come right out and
say it
It's overdue, but baby, if you're looking for a sad
song, well I ain't gonna play it


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