Thunder Rolls

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

Chorus
   And the thunder rolls, and the thunder rolls
   And 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

Repeat Chorus

She runs back down the hallway, through the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol hidden in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror, “He won’t do this again!”
Tonight I’ll be the last time she’ll wonder where he’s been

Repeat Chorus