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

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

But on 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

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