Bruce Springsteen

Men walking along the railroad tracksGoing someplace there's no going backHighway patrol choppers coming up over the ridgeHot soup on a campfire under the bridgeShelter line stretching round the cornerWelcome to the new world orderFamilies sleeping in their cars in the southwestNo home no job no peace no restThe highway is alive tonightBut nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goesI'm sittin' down here in the campfire lightSearching for the ghost of Tom JoadHe pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bagPreacher lights up a butt and takes a dragWaiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be lastIn a cardboard box neath the underpassGot a one-way ticket to the promised landYou got a hole in your belly and gun in your handSleeping on a pillow of solid rockBathing in the city aqueductThe highway is alive tonightBut where it's headed everybody knowsI'm sitting down here in the campfire lightWaiting on the ghost of Tom JoadTom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beating a guyWherever a hungry newborn baby criesWhere there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the airLook for me Mom I'll be thereWherever there's somebody fighting for a place to standOr decent job or a helping handWherever somebody's struggling to be freeLook in their eyes Mom you'll see me."The highway is alive tonightBut nobody's kidding nobody about where it goesI'm sitting down here in the campfire lightWith the ghost of old Tom Joad