The Thunder Rolls

Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The citys looking like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
Theres a storm moving in
Hes heading back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Every light is burning
In a house across town
Shes pacing by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Asking for a miracle
Hoping shes not right
Praying its the weather
Thats kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
And the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
Shes waiting by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful hes alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightning flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
And the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
Deep in her heart
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
The thunder rolls on
And the thunder rolls