The Thunder Rolls — 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 movin` 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

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

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