Thunder Rolls (Tribute to Garth Brooks)

3:30 in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm movin' in
He's headin' back from somewhere that he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Every light is burnin' 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
Prayin' it's the weather that's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
Oh, and the thunder rolls
Thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on, out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
She's waitin' by the window when he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him, thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain, a strange perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on, out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls