text: Well, the screen door slams, Marys dress waves
  Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
  Roy Orbison is singing for the lonely
  Hey, thats me, I want you only
  Dont turn me home again, I just cant face myself alone again
  So dont you run back inside, darling, cause you know just what Im here for
  And youre scared and youre thinking that maybe were not that young anymore
  Well, show a little faith, cause theres magic in the night
  You aint a beauty, hey, alright
  Oh, and thats alright with me
  Now you can hide underneath the covers and study your pain
  Make crosses from your lovers and throw roses in the rain
  You can waste your summers praying in vain
  For a savior to rise from these streets
  Oh, Im no hero, and thats understood
  All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
  We got a chance to make it good somehow
  Well, what else can we do now?
  Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back our hair
  This nights busted open, and these two lanes can take us anywhere
  We got one last chance to make it real
  To trade in these wings on some wheels
  Climb in back, darling, now heaven is waiting down on the tracks
  So, oh-oh, come take my hand
  Were riding out tonight to case the promised land
  Oh-oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road
  Oh, Thunder Road
  Well its lying out there like a killer in the sun
  And I know that its late, but we can make it if we run
  Oh-oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road
  Sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road
  Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
  And my cars out back if youre ready to take that long, long walk
  From your front porch to my front seat
  The doors open but the ride aint free
  And I know youre lonely for things that I havent spoken
  But tonight well be free, all the promises will be broken
  There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys that you sent away
  They haunt these dusty beach roads in the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
  And they scream your name at night in the street
  The graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
  And in the lonely cold before dawn
  You hear the engines roaring on
  But when you get to the porch theyre gone
  On the wind
  So Mary climb in
  This is a town full of losers, Im-a pulling out of here to win