paroles de chanson Thunder Road (Live at Wembley Arena, London, UK - 06/05/81) - Bruce Springsteen

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 you run back inside
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)
Well, 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 ain't no hero
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer
Is beneath this dirty hood

With a chance to make it good somehow
What else can we do now
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair?
The night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere

We got one last chance to make it real
Trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back
Heaven's waiting down on the tracks

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

Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Well, I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh-oh-oh-oh Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold
Thunder Road

Well, I got this guitar
And I learned how to make her talk
Well, my car's out back
If you're ready to take that long, long walk

From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride ain't free
And I know you're lonely
For words that I ain't spoken
Tonight, girl, 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
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
In the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
You get to the porch, they're gone on the wind

So come on, climb in
It's a town full of losers
We're pulling out of here to win
Let's go!