Thunder Road

Well, the screen door slams, Mary's dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays Roy Orbison is singing for the lonely Hey, that's me, I want you only Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again So don't you run back inside, darling 'cause you know just what I'm here for And you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we're not that young anymore Well, show a little faith, 'cause there's magic in the night You ain't a beauty, hey, alright Oh, and that's alright with me Now you can hide underneath the covers and study your pain Make crosses from your lovers and throw roses in the rain You can waste your summers praying in vain For a savior to rise from these streets Oh, I'm no hero, and that's understood All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood We got a chance to make it good somehow Well, what else can we do now? Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back our hair This night's busted open, and these two lanes can take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back, darling, now heaven is waiting down on the tracks So, oh-oh, come take my hand We're riding out tonight to case the promised land Oh-oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road Oh, Thunder Road Well it's lying out there like a killer in the sun And I know that it's late, but we can make it if we run Oh-oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road Sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long, long walk From your front porch to my front seat The door's open but the ride ain't free And I know you're lonely for things that I haven't spoken But tonight we'll be free, all the promises will be broken There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys that you sent away They haunt these dusty beach roads in the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets And they scream your name at night in the street The graduation gown lies in rags at their feet And in the lonely cold before dawn You hear the engines roaring on But when you get to the porch they're gone On the wind So Mary climb in This is a town full of losers, I'm-a pulling out of here to win