Three thirty in the morning

Not a soul in sight

The city′s looking like a ghost townOn 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 by the telephone

In her faded flannel gown

Asking for miracle

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 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

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

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

Deep in her heart

Deep in her heart

The thunder rolls

The thunder rolls

The thunder rolls on

And the thunder rolls