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 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

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



*chorus*



(THIRD VERSE)

She runs back down the hallway

Through the bedroom door

She reaches for the pistol

Kept in the dresser drawer

Tells the lady in the mirror

He won't do this again

Cause tonight will be the last time

She'll wonder where he's been