Bruce Springsteen - The Wish lyrics
[Bruce Springsteen - The Wish 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, Ma
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 hot rod 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 off 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 bought us
And I layed awake thinking about the
Other things it's brought us
Well tonight I'm taking 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
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, Ma
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 hot rod 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 off 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 bought us
And I layed awake thinking about the
Other things it's brought us
Well tonight I'm taking 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