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 moving in
he's headin back from somewhere 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 her faded 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
as the storm blows on out of control
deep in her heart the thunder rolls
she's waitin'by the window when he pulls into the drive
she rushes out to hold him thankful he's alive
through all 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
