The screendoor slams Mary's dress waves. Like a vision she dances across the porch. As the radio plays. Roy Orbison singin' 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 darlin' you know just what I'm here for. So you're scared and you're thinkin' 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 all right. Oh and that's all right 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 prayin' in vain for a savior to ride 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 could we do now. Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair. Well the night's bustin' 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 waitin' down on the tracks. Oh oh come take my hand. We're ridin' out tonight to case the promised land. Oh oh thunder road. Oh thunder road. Oh thunder road. Lyin' out there like a killer in the sun. Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run. Oh oh thunder road. Sit tight take hold. Thunder road. Well I got this guitar and I've learned how to make it talk. And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk. From the front porch to my front seat. The door's open but the ride ain't free. And I know you're hungry for words that I ain't spoke. 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 streets. Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet. And in the lonely cool before dawn. You hear their engines roarin' on. But when you get to the front porch they're gone. On the wind. So Mary climb in. It's a town full of losers. And I'm pullin' outta here to win.