Thunder Road Lyrics - Badly Drawn Boy

( Bruce Springsteen cover ) 

The 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 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 

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 savior 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 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 

Heaven's waiting on down the tracks 

Oh oh come take my hand 

Riding out tonight to case the promised land 

Oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road 

Oh Thunder Road 

Lying 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 RoadWell 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 

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 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 

You hear their engines roaring 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