Soul Driver - Bruce Springsteen

Rode through forty nights of the gospels' rain

Black sky pourin' snakes frogs

And love in vain

You were down where the river grows wider

Baby let me be your soul driver

Well if something in the air feels a little unkind

Don’t worry darlin'

It’ll slip your mind

I’ll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider

Baby let me be your soul driver

Now no one knows which way love’s wheel turns

Will we hit it rich

Or crash and burn

Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate

This love potion’s all we’ve got

One toast before it’s too late

If the angels are unkind or the season is dark

Or if in the end

Love just falls apart

Then here’s to our destruction

Baby let me be your soul driver