Songtexte Thunder Road (Live) - Bruce Springsteen

Ladies and gentlemen, Bruce Springsteen and the E-street Band

The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
Like a vision, she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison's 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

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
Well, 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 saviour 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 busted 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

Oh, come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road

It's lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey, I know it's late, but we can make it if we run
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 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
I know you're lonely and there's words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free, all the promises will 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
From your room, you hear their engines roar 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

Woo-ooh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, uh-uh