Bruce Springsteen Streets of Philadelphia

I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt.  
I was unrecognizable to myself.  
I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my own face.  
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away  
On the Streets of Philadelphia.  
 
I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone,  
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone,  
At...