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July, 2009 Monthly archive

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 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 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
And I’m pulling out of here to win.

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