The Thunder Rolls - A Tribute To Garth Brooks

3: 30 in the morning
Not a soul in sight
City's looking like a ghost town
on a moonless summer night
Rain drops on the windsheild
There's a storm movin' in.
He's heading back from somewhere
that he never should have been.
And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.

Every light is burning
in a house across town.
She's pacing by the telephone
in her faded flannel gown,
askin' for a miracle
and hoping she's not right
prayin' it's the weather
that has kept him out all night.
And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.

And the thunder rolls
and the lightning strikes.
Another love goes cold
on a sleepless night
As the storm goes on
out of control
Deep in her heart,
the thunder rolls.

She's waitin' by the window
when he pulls up to the drive.
Rushes out to hold him, thankful he's alive
with all the wind and rain
a strange new perfume blows
And the lightning flashes in her eyes
and he knows that she knows.
And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.

The thunder rolls
and the lightning strikes.
Another love goes cold
on a sleepless night
As the storm goes on
out of control
Deep in her heart,
the thunder rolls.