Escrita por Bruce Springsteen, foi gravada em 25 de agosto de 1979 no Power Station Studios, em New York City, e lançada no disco The River, o quinto disco de Bruce, em 17 de outubro de 1980. Sairia também em compacto, com Ramrod como Lado B, em 1981. Foi produzida por Bruce Springsteen, Jon Landau e Steven Van Zandt. Foi escrita em 1978 e foi uma das primeiras canções a serem escritas depois da turnê de Darkness on the edge of town. Foi tocada pela primeira vez na California, no dia 7 de julho de 1978. Bruce tocou também nesse dia pela primeira vez a música Independence day. Fala sobre o desencantamento da vida por uma família de trabalhadores. É uma das canções com mais dor do disco. Fala de medo, solidão, desapontamento, desespero. Fala sobre o conflito entre sonho e realidade. O cantor sonha que está dançando com sua ex-namorada e estão felizes. Mas na realidade ele a viu numa porta qualquer esperando a chuva passar. Ela teve que virar adulta rápido pela dureza da vida e em vez de conseguir o que queria, ela acabou na fila do welfare. A música tem Roy Bittan no piano por trás de Bruce, alternando entre vulnerabilidade, descrença e raiva. Voce começa a morrer depois que nasce. Você deixa a rédea solta quando vai ficando mais velho, como se não existisse mais. Bruce cantou e tocou guitarra. Roy Bittan tocou piano. Clarence Clemons tocou triangulo e guiro. Danny Federici tocou orgao. Garry Tallent tocou baixo. Steven Van Zandt tocou guitarra e fez harmonias vocais. Max Weinberg tocou bateria.
A letra:
Do
you still say your prayers, little darling?
Do you go to bed at
night
Praying that tomorrow
Everything will be alright?
But
tomorrows fall in number
In number one by one
You wake up and
you're dying
You don't even know what from
Well, they shot
you point blank
You been shot in the back
Baby, point blank
You
been fooled this time, little girl, that's a fact
Right between
the eyes
Baby, point blank
Right between the pretty lies that
they tell
Little girl, you fell
You grew up where young
girls
They grow up fast
You took what you were handed
And
left behind what was asked
But what they asked, baby, wasn't
right
You didn't have to live that life
I was gonna be your
Romeo
You were gonna be my Juliet
These days you don't wait on
Romeos
You wait on that welfare cheque
And on all the pretty
little things that you can never have
And all the promises
That
always end up point blank
Shot between the eyes
Point
blank
Like little white lies you tell to ease the pain
You're
walking in the sights, girl
Of point blank
And it's one false
move
And baby, the lights go out
Once I dreamed we were
together again
Baby, you and me
Back home in those old
clubs
The way we used to be
We were standing at the bar
It
was hard to hear
The band was playing loud
And you were
shouting something in my ear
You pulled my jacket off
And as
the drummer counted four
You grabbed my hand
And pulled me out
on the floor
You just stood there and held me
Then you started
dancing slow
And as I pulled you tighter
I swore I'd never let
you go
Well, I saw you last night
Down on the avenue
Your
face was in the shadows
But I knew that it was you
You were
standing in the doorway
Out of the rain
You didn't answer
When
I called out your name
You just turned and then you looked
away
Like just another stranger waiting to get blown away
Point
blank
Right between the eyes
Point blank
Right between the
pretty lies you fell
Point blank
Shot straight through the
heart
Yeah, point blank
You've been twisted up
'Til you've
become just another part of it
Point blank
You're walking in
the sights
Point blank
Living one false move
Just one false
move away
Point blank
They caught you in their sights
Point
blank
Did you forget how to love, girl?
Did you forget how to
fight?
Point blank
They must have shot you in the head
'Cause
point blank
Bang bang, baby, you're dead
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