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