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.
She's headin' back from somewhere
That she 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 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 she pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold her
Thankful she's alive
Through all the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And she 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.
She runs back down the hallway
And through the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
kept in her dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
"She won't do this again"
Because tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where she's been
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.
| 