Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thunder Road, artist - Renato Russo. Album song Presente, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: EMI Records Brasil
Song language: English
Thunder Road |
| The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves |
| 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 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 lover, throw roses in the rain |
| Waste your summer praying in vain |
| For a savior to rise from these streets |
| Well, I’m no hero, that’s understood |
| All the redemption I can offer is beneath this dirty hood |
| With a chance to make it good somehow |
| Well, what else can we do now? |
| Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair |
| The night’s bustin' open, these two lanes can 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 the tracks |
| Oh-oh, come take my hand |
| We’re riding out tonight to case the promised land |
| Oh-oh-oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road |
| Thunder Road |
| Lying out there like a killer in the sun |
| I know it’s late, 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 ain’t free |
| And I know you’re lonely for words I ain’t spoken |
| 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 |
| 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 |