The Thunder Rolls - Pat Alger/Stephanie Davis
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 movin' in
He's headin' back from some place
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 heded 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
The storm blows on
Out of control deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
She's waitin' at 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
She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
And the dresser drawer
She tells the lady in the mirror
He won't do this again
This will be the last night
She'll wonder where he's been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
