Three thirty in the morning, out of soul and sight The city's looking like a ghost town on a moonless summer night Raindrops on the windshield, there's a storm moving in He's heading back from somewhere that he never should have been And the thunder rolled Every light is burning in a house across town She's pacing by the telephone in her faded flannel gown Asking for a miracle, hoping she's not right Praying it's a weather that's kept him out all night And the thunder rolled And the lightning strikes And the love grows cold On a sleepless night As the storm rolls on No control Deep in her heart The thunder rolled She's waiting by the window when he calls into the drive She rushes out to hold him, thankful he's alive But all the wind and rain strikes and your perfume blows And the lightning flashes in her eyes And he knows that she knows And the thunder rolled And the lightning strikes And the love grows cold On a sleepless night As the storm rolls on No control Deep in her heart The thunder rolled Deep in her heart Deep in her heart The thunder rolled The thunder rolled The thunder rolled The thunder rolled The thunder rolled