Letter to Springsteen

I was 11 years old when we moved out from the city I was told a change would do us good I couldn't know just how hard it would hit me I tried to make it all as difficult as I could Made new friends on a hot summer weekend Playing tackle football in the back of the yard Born in the USA cassette tape playing And riding in the back of the family car I didn't care that tape or that town, I was above it all One day, one day, somebody told me Some day, some day, you're gonna come around now One day, one day, it'll fall upon you Some day, some day, you're gonna miss this town Somewhere, somebody got this all confused And the good name of the people here started getting abused Got this industrial America and these charlatan casinos Reality TV really set it off But there's real heart here that can't be manufactured Honest people just trying to make it work Riding these freeways stretching out for miles But they crack when nature fights its way up from the dirt One day, one day, somebody told me Some day, some day, you're gonna come around now One day, one day, it'll fall upon you Some day, some day, you're gonna miss this town It was Giant Stadium in 2009 I was an outsider pretending I could walk the walk Bought a few records, tried to get into the spirit Listened to Born to Run maybe a couple of times Wrecking ball hit me and I was converted When he took the stage like a minister on fire Left me thinking about that old tape and that old car Reminiscing good times, they don't seem so far One day, one day, somebody told me Some day, some day, you're gonna come around now One day, one day, it'll fall upon you Some day, some day, you're gonna miss this town