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 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    Riding out tonight to case the promised land    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 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 haven't spoke    But tonight we'll be free    Of all the promises we've 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    And I'm pulling out of here to win.