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
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 miracle
hopin' she's not right
prayin' it's the weather
that's kept him out all night
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 waiting by the window
when he pulls into the drive
she rushes out to hold him
thankful he's alive
but on the wind and rain
a strange new perfume blows
and the lightning flashes in her eyes
and he knows that she knows
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 runs back down the hallway
and through the bedroom door
she reaches for the pistol
kept in the dresser drawer
tells the lady in mirror
he won't do this again
'cause tonight will be the last time
she'll wonder where he's been
the thunder rolls
and the lightnin' strikes
another love grows cold, darlin'
on a sleepless night
as the storm blows on
out of control
deep in her heart
the thunder rolls