Thunder Road - Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - 09/21/79

The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
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 you run back inside
You know just what I'm here for
You're scared and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't so young anymore, say
(Show a little faith, there's magic in the night)
(You ain't 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 roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets

Now I ain't 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
What else can we do now?

Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
The 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
Climb in back, heaven's waiting down on the tracks

Oh, come and take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Ooh, 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
Ooh-ooh, Thunder Road, sit tight
Take hold, Thunder Road

Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make her talk
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 ain't free
Hey, I know you're lonely, there's words that I ain't spoken
Tonight girl, 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 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
They hear their engines, roaring on
You get to the porch, they're gone on the wind
So Mary, climb in
It's a town full of losers
We're pulling out of here to win