Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city's looking like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's storm moving in
He's healding 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 miracle
Hoping she'snot right
Praying it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls
And the lighting 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's waiting by the window
When he pulls into the drive [bad word] out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
strange new perfume blows
And the lighting flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls
And the lighting strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls