Bruce Springsteen Thunder Road Lyrics

The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves
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

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 down on the tracks

Come take my hand, we're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Thunder road, thunder road, thunder road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late, we can make it if we run
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 it ain't free
And I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spoken
But 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
I'm pulling out of here to win