Thunder Road

Bruce Springsteen

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    The screen door slams
    Mary's dress sways
    Like a vision, she dances across the porch as the radio plays
    Roy Orbison 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 run back inside
    Darling, you know just what I'm here for
    So you're scared and you're thinking
    That maybe we ain't that young anymore
    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

    Well, now I'm 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
    Hey, what else can we do now?

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    Except roll down the window
    And let the wind blow back your hair
    Well, the night's busting 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 on down the tracks

    Oh-oh, come take my hand
    Riding out tonight to case the promised land
    Oh-oh, 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
    Oh, Thunder Road, sit tight
    Take hold, Thunder Road

    Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
    And 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 ain't free
    And I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spoken
    Tonight we'll be free
    All the promises'll be broken

    There were ghosts in the eyes
    Of all the boys you sent away
    They haunt this dusty beach road
    In 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

    And in the lonely cool before dawn
    You hear their engines roaring on
    But when you get to the porch, they're gone on the wind
    So, Mary, climb in
    It's a town full of losers
    And I'm pulling out of here to win

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    Composition: Bruce Springsteen

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