Bruce Springsteen – Thunder Road




The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves

Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays

Roy Orbison singing for the lonely

Hey that’s me and I want you only

Don’t turn me home again

I just can’t face myself alone again

Don’t run back inside, darling you know just what I’m here for

So you’re scared and you’re thinking that maybe we ain’t that young anymore

Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night

You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright

Oh and that’s alright with me

You can hide ‘neath your covers and study your pain

Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain

Waste your summer praying in vain for a saviour to rise from these streets

Well now I’m no hero, that’s understood

All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood

With a chance to make it good somehow

Hey what else can we do now

Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair

Well the night’s bustin’ open, these two lanes will take us anywhere

We got one last chance to make it real

To trade in these wings on some wheels

Climb in back, heaven’s waiting down on the tracks

Oh oh come take my hand

Riding out tonight to case the promised land

Oh oh oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road

Lying out there like a killer in the sun

Hey I know it’s late, 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 walk

From your front porch to my front seat

The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free

And I know you’re lonely for words that I ain’t spoken

Tonight we’ll be free, all the promises will be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away

They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets

They scream your name at night in the street

Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet

And in the lonely cool before dawn

You hear their engines roaring on

But when you get to the porch they’re gone on the wind, so Mary climb in

It’s a town full of losers, I’m pulling out of here to win

 
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