On my right forearm, in typewriter font, a tattoo reads "no retreat, no surrender."

Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim

The walls of my room are closing in

There's a war outside still raging

You say it ain't ours anymore to win

I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies

In my lover's bed

With a wide open country in my eyes

And these romantic dreams in my head

Because we made a promise we swore we'd always remember

No retreat, baby, no surrender

Always listen to the Boss. Thanks so much for reading and this response that made me smile. He's the soundtrack to my youth, the first concert I attended, and the music I return to at times like this.