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The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays.
Roy Orbison's 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 thiking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore.
Show a little faith ther's magic in the night.
You ain't a beauty but hey you're alright.
Oh and tht's alright with me.
You can hide 'neath your covers
And stu yur pain
Make crosses from your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your Summer praying vain
For a savoir to rise from these streets.
Well now I'm your hero that's understood.
All redemptionI can a 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 busting 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 on down the tracks.
Oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land.
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 tighttake 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
Fom your porch to my front seat.
The door's open but the ride ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But 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 of losers I'm pulling out of here to win.
(moins de barrés)