Three thirty in the morning Not a soul in sight The city's looking like a ghost town On a moonless summer night Raindrops on the windshield There's storm moving in He's healding 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 miracle Hoping she'snot right Praying it's the weather That's kept him out all night And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls And the lighting 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 waiting by the window When he pulls into the drive She rushes out to hold him Thankful he's alive But on the wind and rain A strange new perfume blows And the lighting flashes in her eyes And he knows that she knows And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls And the lighting strikes Another love grows cold On a sleepless night As the storm blows on Out of control Deep in her heart The thunder rolls