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The screen door slams
Mary's dress waves
Like a virgin 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 go 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
Sure, you think there's magic in the man
You ain't beauty but hey you're alright
Oh, and that's alright with me
You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
The crosses from your lover's thrown roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now, I'm no hero, I ain't misunderstood
All your 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
Climbing back Heaven's way down on trial
Oh, come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to the beauty of the promised land
Oh, Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
Laying 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 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 are ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys that 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 along
But when you get to the porch they're gone
Along the wind
So Mary, come in
It's a town full of losers
I'm pulling out of here to win



Авторы: Bruce Springsteen Copyright: Bruce Springsteen Music, Eldridge Publishing Co., Sony Pop Music Publishing


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