Thunder Rolls

Three thirty in the morning, not a soul in sight
The city’s looking like a ghost town on a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield, there’s a storm moving in
He’s 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
She’s pacing by the telephone in her faded flannel gown
Asking for a miracle, hoping she’s not right
Praying it’s the weather that’s kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls and the lighting strikes
Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
As the storm blows on, out of control
And deep in her heart, the thunder rolls
She’s waiting by the window when he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him, thankful he’s alive
But on the wind and rain, a strange new perfume blows
And lighting flashes in her eyes, and he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls and the lighting strikes
Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
As the storm blows on, out of control
Deep in her heart, the thunder rolls
She runs back down the hallway to the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror, «He won’t do this again»
'Cause tonight will be the last time she’ll wonder where he’s been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls and the lighting strikes
Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
As the storm blows on, out of control
Deep in her heart, the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
The thunder rolls