This early Born In The USA outtake could have been written for Nebraska. Recorded sometime between Aug 1982 and Apr 1983 at Hollywood Hills Garage Studios, Los Angeles, CA.
FUGITIVE'S DREAM
Sir I am a pilgrim and a stranger in this land
Once I had a home here, my salvation was at hand
I lived in a fine home, I was respected and satisfied
I had two beautiful children and a kind and loving wife
Then one day a man came to town, a man with nothing and nowhere to go
He came to my door and mentioned something I'd done a long time ago
I allowed him into my home on his vow that nothing would be said
One night I rose from a dreamless sleep and I went to his bed
I watched as he lay sleeping, I reached out and touched his cheek
Felt a chill run through my bones and I fled into the street
I woke up in a motel room with the light rushin' in
Like someone had thrust open a door and closed it tight again
I tried to understand why I felt these things that I felt
And why I walked these streets at night a stranger to myself
Last night the same dream keeps coming around
I'm standing high in the green hills looking across to the outskirts of town
The night air fills my lungs, the wind sweeps around me so strong
Stars rise in a black endless sky, grow brighter and brighter then gone, gone, gone
