The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves, like a vision she danced across the bed, the porch as the radio plays, it's Roy Orbison singing for the lonely, yeah that's me, and I want you only, don't turn me on again, just can't face myself alone again, don't you run back and sigh, darling you know just what I'm here for, you're scared and you're thinking, maybe we ain't that young anymore, show a little faith there's magic in the night, ain't a beauty but you're alright, oh and that's alright with me, you can hide beneath your covers and study your pain, make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain, waste your summer praying for saviour to rise from these streets, well I'm no hero that's understood, all 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 a 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, climbing back, heaven's waiting down on the tracks, oh come take my hand, we're riding out tonight to chase this promised land, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, Thunder Road, yeah lying out there like a killer in the sun, hey I know it's late but we can make it if we run, oh Thunder Road, sit tight, stay cold, Thunder Road, well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk, my car is out back if you're ready to take that long, long, long walk, from your front porch to my front seat, the door is open but the ride it ain't free, I know you're lonely those words that I ain't spoken, tonight we'll be free, all the promises will be broken, there were ghosts in the eyes of all the men you sent away, they hunt this dusty beach road and 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, in the lonely cool before dawn, hear their engines roaring on, when you get to the porch they're gone on the wind, so merry climbing, it's a town full of losers, we're pulling la-da-da-da-da la-da-da-da-da-da la-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, no more. Thank you. Thank you.