Lyrics:

The Thunder Rolls Garth Brooks Three thirty in the morning, Not a soul in sight, The city's looking like a ghost town On a moonlit summer night. Raindrops on the windshield, There's a storm moving in. He's heading back from somewhere That he never should have been. And the thunder rolls. And the thunder rolls. Every light is burning In a house across town. She's pacing by the telephone In her faded flannel gown. Asking for a miracle, Hoping she's not right. Praying 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 lightning strikes. Another love grows cold, on a sleepless night. As the storm rolls on, out of control. Deep in her heart, the thunder rolls. She's waiting by the window When he pulls into the drive. She rushes out to hold him Thankful he's alive. With all the wind and rain A strange new perfume blows, And the lightning flashes in her eyes, And he knows that she knows. And the thunder rolls. And the thunder rolls. CHORUS From: