The Thunder Rolls

Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
City’s lookin' like a ghost town on the moonless summer night
Rain drops on the windshield
There’s a storm movin' in
He’s heading back from somewhere that he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Every light is burnin' in a house across town
She’s pacin' by the telephone in her faded flannel gown
Askin' for a miracle, hoping she’s not right
Prayin' it’s the weather thats has kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
And the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold
On the sleepless night
As the storm goes on out of control,
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
Alomg with the wind and rain, a strange new perfume rolls
And the lightning flashes in her eyes,
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls
And the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold on the sleepless night
As the storm goes on out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls