Garth Brooks - The Thunder Rolls Lyrics
Three thirty in the morning,Not a soul in sight,The city's lookin' like a ghost townOn a moonless summer night.Raindrops on the windshield,There's a storm moving in.He's headin' back from somewhereThat he never should have been.And the thunder rolls.And the thunder rolls.Every light is burnin'In a house across town.She's pacin' by the telephoneIn her faded flannel gown.Askin' for miracle,Hopin' she's not right,Prayin' it's the weatherThat's kept him out all night.And the thunder rolls.And the thunder rolls.(chorus)The thunder rollsAnd the lightnin' strikes.Another love grows coldOn a sleepless night,As the storm blows onOut of controlDeep in her heartThe thunder rolls.She's waitin' by the windowWhen he pulls into the driveShe rushes out to hold himThankful he's aliveBut on the wind and rainA strange new perfume blowsAnd the lightnin' flashes in her eyesAnd he knows that she knowsAnd the thunder rollsAnd the thunder rolls*chorus*(third verse)She runs back down the hallwayTo the bedroom doorShe reaches for the pistolKept in the dresser drawerTells the lady in the mirrorHe won't do this againCause tonight will be the last timeShe'll wonder where he's been
