The Thunder Rolls

The Thunder Rolls - Pat Alger

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