Thunder Road

The screen door slams
Mary's dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch
as the radio plays.
Roy Orbison's singin' 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.

Don't run back inside
Darlin' you know just what I'm here for.
So you're scared and you're thinkin' that
maybe we aint that young anymore.
Well show a little faith!
There's magic in the night.
You aint 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 rose in the rain...
Waste your summer prayin' in vain
for a savior to rise from these streets.
Well 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 windows & let the wind
blow back your hair?
Well, the night's busted open,
these two lanes'll 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 waitin' down on the tracks.
Oh, oh, come take my hand...
We're ridin' out tonight to case the Promised Land.
Oh, oh oh, Thunder Road... Oh Thunder Road!

Lying out there like a killer In the sun...
Hey, I know it's late, but we can make it if we run!
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 aint free.
I know you're lonely. These words I aint 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 Chevrolet's.
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,
from your room hear their engines roar 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 pullin' outta here to win.

--Thunder Road
Written by Bruce Springsteen (1975)
"Born to Run"