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TheE screen door slamAs
Mary's Edress waves
Like a vision she dancesB across the porch
As the Aradio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the Blonely
Hey that's Eme and I want you Aonly
Don't turn me home again
I Ejust can't face myself Balone again
Don't Erun back inside
darling Ayou know just what I'm Ehere for
So you're scared and you're thinking
That Bmaybe we ain't that Ayoung anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic inB the night
You aiEn't a beauty, but hey youA're alright
Oh and Ethat's alright with Bme
YoEu can hide 'neath your covers
And Bstudy your pain
MakeE crosses from your lovers
AThrow roses in the rain
EWaste yBour summer praying in vain
For a Asavior to rise frBom these streets
WelEl now I'm no hero
That's Aunderstood
AllE the redemption I can offer, girl
Is Abeneath this dirty hood
EWith a chBance to make it good somehow
Hey Awhat elsBe can we do now
Except Eroll down the window
And Alet the wind blowE back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These Btwo lanes will takAe us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it Breal
To Etrade in Athese wings on some wheels
CliEmb in back
Heaven's waBiting on down the tracks
EOh oh comeA take my hand
ARiding out Etonight to case the promised land
Oh Eoh ThundeAr Road, oh Thunder Road
Boh Thunder Road
ELying out thAere like a killer in the sun
Hey EI know it's lAate we Ecan make it if we run
OhE Thunder RAoad, sit tBight, take hold
Thunder ERoad
Well I Agot this guitar
And I Blearned how tEo make it talk
And my Acar's out back
If you're rAeady Bto take that long walk
FromA your froBnt porch to my front seat
The door's G#mopen but theA ride it ain't free
And AI know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
But Btonight we'll be free
All the promises'll be broken
There were Eghosts in the eyes
A R
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the Bskeleton frames of Aburned out Chevrolets
They Bscream your name at night in the street
YourE graduatioAn gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the Alonely cool before dawn
You hear their Aengines roaring on
But wheDmn you get to the porch theBy're gone
On the Bwind, so Mary climb Dmin
It's a Atown full of losers
And I'm Bpulling out of hEere to win.