| Year: | 1975 |
| Rank: | 105 |
| Duration: | 4:49 |
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The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
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 you 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 savior 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 busted 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
We're riding out tonight to case
the promised land
Woah 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
Woah 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 waiting
For words that I ain't spoken
Tonight we'll be free
All the promises'll 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