Thunder Rolls - Garth Brooks cover

3.30 in the morning, not a soul in sight The city's looking like a ghost town on a moonlit summer night Raindrops on the windshield, there's a storm moving in He's heading back from somewhere that he never should have been And the thunder rolls Every light is burning in a house across town She's pacing by the telephone in her faded flannel gown Asking for a miracle, hoping she's not right I pray against the weather that's kept him out all night And the thunder rolls The thunder rolls and the lightning strikes Another love grows cold on a sleepless night As the storm blows on Deep in her heart The thunder rolls Waiting by the window, he pulls her to the drive She rushes out to hold him, thankful he's alive But oh, a strange new perfume blows And the lightning flashes in her eyes And he knows that she knows And the thunder rolls and the lightning strikes Another love grows cold on a sleepless night As the storm blows on Deep in her heart The thunder rolls