Lyrics Soul Driver - Bruce Springsteen

Rode through 40 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', oh 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
Well, then here's to our destruction
Baby, let me be your soul driver
Oh, here's to our destruction
Oh, baby, let me be your soul driver