Song Lyrics

[Bono=Normal; Bruce Springsteen=_Italics_; Both=*Bold*]

Alright, thinking here in rock ‘n’ roll’s great cathedral that is Madison Square Garden
Thinking in this moment about all the pilgrims, all the pioneers that got us all here
The saints and the heretics, the poets and the punks, that now make up the Hall of Fame
It’s a dangerous thing, this business of building idols, but at least rock ‘n’ roll is not
At its best about worshiping sacred cows, it’s about the thousands of voices
Gathered in one great unwashed congregation like tonight
For a lot of us here, rock ‘n’ roll just means just one word…
Liberation, political, sexual, spiritual—liberation (that’s what it means)

Let’s have some fun with that

(Here we go)

Oh…

I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you

_I have run, I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you_

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still Haven’t found what I’m looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
Burning like a fire
I was burning inside her

_I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone, hey_

*But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for*

(Come on now, take it to the church, here we go)
The genius of Roy Bittan

I believe in the kingdom come, kingdom come
Then all the colors will,_ all the colors_
Bleed into one, _bleed into one _
Bleed into one,_ bleed into one_
But yes I’m still running, yeah I’m still running

You broke the bonds and / You broke the bonds
Loosed the chain,_ loosed the chain_
Carried the cross,_ carried the cross_
Took the shame,_ took my shame_
You took my shame,_ took my shame_
You know I believe it, oh you know I believe it

*I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for*
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for

Mister I ain’t a boy /_ I still_
No I’m a man /_ Haven’t found_
And I believe in a promised land / What I’m looking for

Mister I ain’t a boy / No I still
No I’m a man /_ Haven’t found_
And I believe in a promised land / What I’m looking for
No I still haven’t found what I’m looking for

Roy Bittan, Bruce Springsteen
That’s the kind of night it is

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