The Thunder Rolls - Garth Brooks

Three thirty in the mourning
Not a soul in sight

City's looking like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night

Raindrops on the windshield
There is a storm moving in

He's heading back from somewhere
He never should have been

And the Thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

Every light is burning
In a house across

She's pacing by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown

Asking for a miracle
Hoping she's not right
Praying it's the weather that has kept him out all night

And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls and the lightning strikes

Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
As the storm goes on out of control

Deep in her heart the thunder rolls

She's waiting by the window
When he pulls into the drive

She rushes out to meet him thankful
He's alive

But all the wind and the rain a strange new perfume blows

And the lightning flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows

And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls and the lightning strikes

Another love grows cold on a sleepless night

As the storm goes on out of control

Deep in her heart the thunder rolls