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• Mike from Monterey, CaJay from Kalamazoo missed a key line in his analysis, a line that clearly communicates the protagonist's vision is a dream: "Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining, I feel her kiss in the misty rain..."
  
  "Nights as I sleep" means that hearing the train whistle, feeling his estranged wife's kiss, all takes place in a dream. Then, in the next verse, when he sings about "last night," it's implied that his dreaming continues -- it happens nearly every night -- and hearing her voice, running through the woods and bursting through the front door, etc. -- all of that is a dream of a heartbroken and tormented man.
  
  Yes, he does end up on a railroad gang. Maybe that's a job, maybe in his spiral downward he ends up breaking the law and going to prison -- we don't know. I think Springsteen suggests that some time has passed -- maybe months or years -- and this man still hasn't been able to get his life together. He hasn't recovered from his wife's leaving.
  
  Rather than anything sinister , as Jay suggests, I think this song is a heartbreaking masterpiece that conveys the harsh realities of life. With Springsteen the artist and singer, it also conveys a quiet strength and dignity, and some hope, I think, that the man will one day get off the "downbound train."
• Rick from El Paso, TxI also don't think its a story about murder, its a story of a tortured soul. He loses his job, he loses his girl, his love goes bad, times get hard and she just said,
  "Joe I gotta go
  We had it once we ain't got it any more"
  Now he just knocks down them crossties because he's punishing himself, with his job and with his dreams.
  When times get hard some of us do have trouble seperating the wishfullness our fleeting dreams with the stress and disappoint of our reality.
  And Jim from fla, GREAT STORY. 4 truths to live by.
• Jen from Downey, CaI do not agree that he killed his wife.. I do agree this is a darn song.
  "you were cry- cryin you were so alone" is so powerful..
  To Jim, wow great story.one of my favs from BITUSA.. for sure.
• William from Carlsbad, NmI didn't see the song as a man murdering his ex-lover, but he was sent to prison for breaking and entering possibly. "I put on my jacket, I ran through the woods, I ran till I thought my chest would explode. There in the clear beyond the highway, in the moonlight our weddin' house showed. I ran through the yard, burst through the front door, head poundin' hard up stairs I climbed, but it was dark our bed was empty and I heard that lone whistle whine and I dropped to my knees and my hands and cried..."
• Jay from Kalamazoo, MiBest song from Born in the U.S.A. Like Bob Dylan's, "Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts", this song is a perfect, self-contained story. Unlike Dylan's song, it is not straightforward at all, but there are a lot of clues to its meaning. I used to think that in the middle section the narrator was in a dream, but the last section didn't jibe at all. Why would he be swinging a sledgehammer on a railroad gang (chain gang)? Clearly, he has been convicted of a crime. What crime? I would say the murder of his former lover. If you consider the first part of the third stanza, "Last night I heard your voice,You were crying, crying, you were so alone, You said your love had never died,You were waiting for me at home," this sounds more like a plea from his former lover who is saying anything to save her life. It comes off as a dream because the singer is in a psychotic state and watching the events unfold as if in a dream. After he kills her, he runs away from the murder scene. When he stops running he realizes what he has done and then returns to the scene of the crime where his lover lies dead. The "long whistle whine" could be the sound of approaching police cars.
• Jim from Long Beach, CaThis song is sheer brilliance. It captures the essence of the American Dream taking a s--t. It is so real and sad at the same time...
• Ret from Bristol, United KingdomThis is a great example of Springsteen's lucidity as a songwriter. "Last night I heard your voice.." and you're right there in the clearing watching him go through all that. The drums bashing the reality back again with another scene from the car wash brings it home nicely. Sweet organ riffs too
• Martin from Chichester, United Kingdomyeh this together with my hometown, im on fire, im goin down and dancing in the dark are my favourite songs from the born in the USA album
• Tasmanian from Toronto, OnWorking class hero at his best! Even if you haven't lost your job or girl, you feel you can relate to riding on a "Downbound Train"
• Marshall from Sacramento, CaMan, Jim, what a story! Agreed that this is a haunting song. The images are so stark.
• Jim from Cocoa Beach, FlI really have an dramatic tie to this song.
  
  In 1981 my girlfriend had just left me to go back to her Ex, and I was pretty despondent about the whole thing. Just said 'Sorry, but I gotta go' just like in the song. No kiss goodbye either.
  
  I went to the Laundo-mat to do a load of laundry late one evening shortly afterward. I was sitting in a chair reading a Steven King novel and trying to get my mind off of it, nodding occasionally as the rhythm of the dryers lulled me and then the payphone on the wall rang. I got up and answered it and it was her, crying hysterically that she had been wrong and was home waiting for me in the apartment.
  I didn't ask the obvious question of how she knew I was at the Laudro-mat; I just dropped the phone and ran and tripped over the chair I had been sitting in. As I rolled over and looked up, I noticed the phone handle was in the receiver and the Laundro-mat was empty. Did I just nod off in my chair and have a dream and then fall onto the floor, or did the phone call really happen?
  
  My brain was not hitting on all cylinders, but I had to be sure. I ran out of the Laundro-mat to my car; just left everything: my laundry, stack of quarters, bleach, everything. I drove like hell through the rain back to my apartment in a cold sweat and busted through the front door. My apartment was of course empty, and I just sagged to the floor and wept with rage and self-pity.
  
  I slept that night on my living room carpet until the morning. When I awoke, I was sure that I had dreamt the whole thing. To make sure, I went back to the laundro-mat and found that someone had gotten the quarters, but my wet laundry was still there.
  
  A couple of years or so later, I heard "Downbound Train" and it brought it all back. That was eerie.
  
  What did I learn from this?
  1. The mind has an infinite capacity for subtle self torture.
  2. Artists have their insights inspired by personal pain.
  3. Never read Steven King when you are depressed.
  4. Nobody steals wet laundry.
  
  
• Simonj from Melbourne, AustraliaThis is my favorite song from Born in the USA, it's so evocotive.

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