pat alger
the thunder rolls
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