The screen door slams
Maryīs dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey thatīs me and I want you only
Donīt turn me home again
I just canīt face myself alone again
Donīt run back inside
darling you know just what Iīm here for
So youīre scared and youīre thinking
That maybe we ainīt that young anymore
Show a little faith, thereīs magic in the night
You ainīt a beauty, but hey youīre alright
Oh and thatīs alright with me
You can hide īneath your covers
And study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now Iīm no hero
Thatīs understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well the nightīs busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heavenīs waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know itīs late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road, sit tight take hold
Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my carīs out back
If youīre ready to take that long walk
>From your front porch to my front seat
The doorīs open but the ride it ainīt free
And I know youīre lonely
For words that I ainīt spoken
But tonight weīll be free
All the promisesīll be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch theyīre gone
On the wind, so Mary climb in
Itīs a town full of losers
And Iīm pulling out of here to win
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