text: The screen door slams and Marys dress waves
  Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
  Roy Orbison singing for the lonely, hey thats me and I want you only
  Dont send me home again, I just cant face myself alone again
  Well dont you run back inside darling, you know just what Im here for
  So youre scared and youre thinking that maybe we aint that young anymore
  Well show a little faith theres magic in the night
  You aint a beauty but hey youre alright
  Oh and thats 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 Im no hero its understood
  All the redemption Ive got to offer girl
  Is beneath this dirty hood
  With a chance to make it real somehow
  Tell me what else can we do now
  Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
  Well the nights 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 heavens waiting down on the tracks
  Oh come take my hand, were ridin out tonight to case the promised land
  Oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
  Lyin out there like a killer in the sun
  I know its late but we can make it if we run
  Oh Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road
  Oh well I got this guitar and I learned, I learned how to make it talk
  And my cars out back if youre ready to take that long walk
  From your front porch to my front seat
  The door is open but the ride aint free
  I know youre lonely for words that I aint spoken
  Well tonight well 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 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
  When you get to the porch theyre gone on the wind
  So Mary climb in
  Its a town full of losers and were pulling out of here to win