Thunder Road
                          
                               The screendoor slams, Mary's dress waves
  Like a vision she dances across the porch
  As the radio plays
  Roy Orbison singin' for the lonely
  Hey that's me and I want you only
  Don't turn me home again I just can't face myself alone again
  Don't run back inside, darlin' you know just what I'm here for
  So you're scared and you're thinkin' that maybe we ain't that
  young anymore
  Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
  You ain't a beauty, but hey, you're all right
  Oh, and that's all right with me
  
  You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
  Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
  Waste your summer prayin' in vain for a savior to ride from
  these streets
  Well now I'm no hero, that's understood
  All the redemption I can offer girl is beneath this dirty hood
  With a chance to make it good somehow
  Hey what else could we do now
  
  Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your
  hair
  Well the night's bustin' open, these two lanes will take us
  anywhere
  We got one last chance to make it real
  To trade in these wings on some wheels
  Climb in back heaven's waitin' down on the tracks
  Oh, oh come take my hand
  We're ridin' out tonight to chase the promised land
  Oh, oh thunder road
  Oh, thunder road
  Oh, thunder road
  Lyin' out there like a killer in the sun
  Hey I know it's late, we can make it if we run
  Oh, oh thunder road
  Sit tight, take hold
  Thunder road
  
  Well I got this guitar and I've learned how to make it talk
  And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
  From the front porch to my front seat
  The door's open but the ride ain't free
  And I know you're hungry for words that I ain't spoke
  But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken
  There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
  They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of
  burned-out Chevrolets
  They scream your name at night in the streets
  Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
  And in the lonely cool before dawn
  You hear their engines roarin' on
  But when you get to the front porch, they're gone
  On the wind
  So Mary climb in
  It's a town full of losers
  And I'm pullin' outta here to win