Three thirty in the mornin', not a soul in sight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town on a moonlit summer night
Raindrops on the windsheild there's a storm movin' 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 window in her faded flannel gown
Prayin' for a miricle and 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 lightning strikes
Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
As the storm moves 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
But on the wind and rain a strange new perfume blows
And the lightning flashes in her eyes and he knows that she knows
(CHO)
