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
hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
that's kept him
out all night
And the thunder rolls...
And the thunder rolls...
The thunder rolls
and the lightnin' strikes
Another love goes 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 goes cold
on a sleepless night
As the storm blows on...
out of control
Deep in her heart
the thunder rolls...