Thunder Road.

The screen door slams,
Mary’s dress waves
Like a vision she dances
across the porch as the radio plays

Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey, that’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again,
I just can’t face myself alone again



Don’t you run back inside, darling,
you know just what I’m here fore

So you’re scared and you’re thinking that
maybe we ain’t that young anymore
But show a little faith, there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty but, hey, you’re alright

oh, and that’s alright with me

You can hide ‘neath your covers
and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers,
throw roses in the rain

Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets

Well now, I ain’t no hero, that’s understood

All the redemption I can offer, girl,
is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey, what else can we do now?

Except roll down the window
and let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night’s busting open,
these two lanes will take us anywhere

We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back,
heaven’s waiting down on the tracks

oh, come and take my hand

We’re riding out tonight
to chase the Promised Land

oh, Thunder Road ..
oh, Thunder Road ..
oh, Thunder Road ..

She’s Lying out there
like a killer in the sun
Hey, I know it’s late,
but we could make it if we run

ooh, Thunder Road
Sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road.

Well, I got this guitar
and I learned how to make it talk
And my car’s out back if you’re ready
to take that long walk

From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open, but the ride it ain’t free
And I know you’re lonely
for there’s words that I ain’t spoken

But tonight we’ll be free,
all the promises will be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes
of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets

They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
From your room,

You hear their engines roll’n’on

But when you get to the porch,
they’re gone on the wind
So Mary, climb in
It’s a town full of losers,

and I’m pulling out of here to win.


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