Three thirty in the mourning
Not a soul in sight
City's looking like a ghost town
on a moonless summer night
raindrops on the windshield
There is a storm moving in
He's heading back from somewhere
He never should have been
And the Thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Every light is burning
in a house across
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 has kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
and the thunder rolls
The thunder rolls and the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
as the storm goes 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 meet him thankful
he's alive
But all the wind and the 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
The thunder rolls and the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
as the storm goes on out of control
Deep in her heart the thunder rolls

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