3:30 in the morning
Not a soul insight
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
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 miracle
Hoping she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
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 waiting at the window
As he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
So thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A brand new perfume blows
And lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
She runs into the hallway
And through the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
In the bottom dresser drawer
The lady in the mirror says
He won't do this again
This will be the last night
That I'll wonder where he's been
And the thunder rolls
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
