Lyrics

We struck out shallow side from a 9 by 9 coal room
to Robbie's bar on the boulevard singing work boot blues
wide-eyed tunnel rides underground, uptown, no clue
we made tracks down to Bleecker Bowery
ducked the kicked off shoes

it's on my mind, it's on my mind
it's on my mind, it's like a tattoo on my mind

we left our books behind for Friday frat gigs far from home
the rides back in Mike's green Granada left us all wind-blown
southbound for the summer, drowned in a seaside wasted crowd
we shut the windows in La Casa Crica, turned the amps up loud

it's on my mind, it's on my mind
it's on my mind, it's like a tattoo on my mind

We all tried when Robbie died to make sense of a stolen life
we slipped Born to Run in his suit for his eternal ride
I don't know where I'll go when my road runs out of miles
memento mori is my motive now
let's make this ride worthwhile

it's on my mind, it's on my mind
it's on my mind, it's like a tattoo on my mind