The Thunder Rolls — Peyton Parrish

3:30 in the morning, not a soul in sight
The city's looking like a ghost town on a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield, there's a storm moving in
He's heading back from somewhere that he never should have been

And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

Every light is burning in a house across town
She's pacing be the telephone in her faded flannel gown
Asking for a miracle, and hoping she's not right
Praying it's the weather that's kept him out all night

And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls, and tthe lightning 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

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 blows on out of control
Deep in her heart the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls