Thunder Road
(Born to Run , 1975)

The screen door slams
Maryīs dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey thatīs me and I want you only
Donīt turn me home again I just canīt face myself alone again
Donīt you run back inside darling you know just what Iīm here for
So youīre scared and youīre thinking that maybe we ainīt that young anymore
Show a little faith thereīs magic in the night
You ainīt a beauty but hey youīre alright
And thatīs all right with me

You can hide īneath 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 Iīm no hero thatīs understood
All the redemption I can offer 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 nightīs 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 heavenīs waiting down on the tracks
Oh oh come take my hand
Weīre riding out tonight to case the Promised Land
Oh oh oh oh Thunder Road oh Thunder oh Thunder Road
Itīs lying ou there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know itīs late but 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 it talk
And my carīs out back if youīre ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my fron seat
The door is open but the ride it ainīt free
And I know youīre lonely for words that I ainīt spoken
Tonight weīll 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 roaring on
But when you get to the porch theyīre gone on the wind
So Mary climb in
Itīs a town full of losers and Iīm pulling out of here to win.