Bruce Springsteen - Song For Orphans with Alan Fitzgerald on piano at Sovereign Bank Arena in Trenton, NJ on November 22, 2005. Intro to the song and lyrics below!

SONG FOR ORPHANS {Transcribed and researched by SpringsteenLyrics.com}
Live 22 Nov 2005 version

"Alright. Come on out Fitz, give me a hand. I's like to introduce Mr. Alan Fitzgerald, come outside. He is the man behind the curtain. (chuckles) There his is! He takes care of all the keyboard ands ambiance sounds and he's gonna join me on the piano for his second, second debut. This is a dong that uh... I wrote a long long, long long time ago, never got uh... A few of you might know it, those of who, those of you who know more about me than I do about myself. This is uh... (chuckles) this is for you guys, you know. This is called "Song For Orphans".

Well multitude assembled and tried to make the noise
Them black blind poet generals and restless loud white boys
Time's grew thin and the axis somehow incomplete
Where instead of child lions found the agein' junkie sheep

How many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"
Left to ride them ever ghostly Arizona gusts
Cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps soundin' in the void
High society vamps and ex-heavyweight champs mistakin' the soot for soil

So break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda, the aurora will shine your way
The confederacy's in my name now, and the hounds are held at bay
But the axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play

The doorstep blanket weaver, Madonna pushin' bells
From house to house I see her givin' last kisses and wishin' well
To every gypsy mystic hero that the kids might find a place
Who've been lost forever mama and papa on their weekends out in space

Well the sons they search for fathers, but the fathers are all gone
And the lost souls search for saviours, but saviours don't last long
Those aimless questless renegade brats who live their lives in songs
They run the length of a candle, in a goodnight whisper they are gone

So break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my good Linda, the aurora will shine your way
The confederacy's in my name now, we'll hold the hounds at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play

Now the missions are filled with hermits, and they're lookin' for a friend
The terraces are filled with cat-men, they'ret lookin' for a way in
There's orphans dropped on silver mountains, lost in celestial alleyways
They wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses, he takes in all the strays

Now don't you grow on empty legends, or lonely cradle songs
'Cause Billy the Kid was just a bowery boy who made a living twirlin' his guns
And the night she's long and lanky, and she speaks in a mother tongue
She lullabies the refugees with an amplifier's hum

So break me now big Mama as Old Faithful breaks the day
Believe me my sweet Linda, the help is on the way
The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play
The confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay
The axis needs a stronger arm, do you feel your muscles play

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