Name that tune

Well, I stood stone-like at midnight
Suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair 'til it was just right
And commanded the night brigade

I was open to rain and crossed by the rain
Open to pain, crossed by the rain
I strolled all alone through the fallout zone
Came out with my soul untouched
I hid in the crowded wrath of the crowd
But when they said, "Sit down," I stood up
Ooh, growin' up

Well, the flag of piracy flew from my mast
My sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for a first mate
She couldn't sail but she sure could sing

And I pushed B-52 and bombed them with the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing
I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd
But when they said, "Come down," I threw up
Ooh, growin' up

I took month long vacations in the stratosphere
And you know it's really hard to hold your breath
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared
I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress

Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth
And I got me a nice little place in the stars
I swear I found the key to the universe
In the engine of an old parked car

I sat in the mother breast of the crowd
But when they said, "Pull down," I pulled up
Ooh, growin' up
Ooh, growin' up
Growin' up

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen