The Thunder Rolls
Garth Brooks

Three thirty in the morning,
Not a soul in sight,
The city's looking like a ghost town
On a moonlit 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

CHORUS
The thunder rolls, and the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold, on a sleepless night
As the storm rolls 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 hold him
Thankful he's alive

With all 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

CHORUS

From: "David Garnsey"