the thunder rolls

Lyrics

three thirty in the morning, not a soul in sight, the city's lookin' like a ghost town, on a moonless summer night, raindrops on the windshield, there's a storm moving in, he's headin' 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, and hopin' she's not right, prayin' it's the weather, that has kept him out all night, and the thunder rolls, and the thunder rolls, the thunder rolls, and the lightnin' 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's waitin' 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 the lightnin' flashes in her eyes, and he knows that she knows, and the thunder rolls, and the thunder rolls, the thunder rolls, and the lightnin' strikes, another love grows cold, on a sleepless night, as the storm blows on, out of control, deep in her heart, the thunder rolls