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
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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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