The Thunder Rolls

three thirty in the morning not a soul in sight. City's looking like a ghost town on a moonless summer night. Raindrops on the windshield there's a storm moving in. He's heading 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 a miracle. Hoping she's not right. Praying it's the weather that's kept him out all night. And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls. Pant pant pant. T he thunder rolls And the lightning strikes. Another love grows cold on a sleepless night. As the storm goes on that 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 lightning flashes in her eyes. And he knows that she knows. And the thunder rolls. And the thunder rolls. Pant pant pant pant pant pant. The thunder rolls and the lightning strikes. Another love grows cold on a sleepless night. As the storm goes on that of control. Deep in her heart the thunder rolls.