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.
(Chorus) 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 Through all 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
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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 "He won't do this again" Because tonight will be the last time She'll wonder where he's been