Bruce Springsteen Streets Of Philadelphia

I was bruised and battered and I couldn t tell what I felt I was unrecognizable to myself Saw my reflection in a window I didn t know my own face Oh brother are you gonna leave me wasting away On the streets of Philadelphia I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone At night I could hear the blood in my veins Just as black and whispering as the rain On the streets of Philadelphia