The Thunder Rolls (LONG) — текст песни (GARTH BROOKS)

Three thirty in the morning,
Not a soul in sight,
The city`s lookin` like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night.
Raindrops on the windshield,
There`s a storm moving in.
He`s headin` back from somewhere
That 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 telephone
In her faded flannel gown.
Askin` for miracle,
Hopin` she`s not right,
Prayin` it`s the weather
That`s kept him out all night.
And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.

(Chorus)
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin` 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 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 lightnin` flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

*chorus*

(THIRD VERSE)
She runs back down the hallway
Through the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won`t do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time
She`ll wonder where he`s been