Thunder Road (Springsteen on Broadway)

The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves

Like a vision, she dances across the porch as the radio plays

It's Roy Orbison singin' for the lonely, hey, that's me

And I want you, only

Don't turn me home again, just can't face myself alone again

Don't you run back inside, darlin', you know just what I'm here for

You're scared, and you're thinking, maybe we ain't that young anymore

Well, show a little faith, there's magic in the night

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 saving your eyes from these streets

Well, 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 busted 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

Climbin' back, heaven's waitin' down on the tracks

Oh, come take my hand, we're ridin' out tonight to case this promise land

Oh, whoa, whoa, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road, Thunder Road

You're lying out there like a killer in the sun

Hey, I know it's late but 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

My car's out back if you're ready to take that long, long, long walk

From your front porch to my front seat

The door's open but the ride ain't free

I know you're lonely, there's words that I ain't spoken

Tonight we'll be free, all the promises will be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the men you sent away

They haunt this dusty beach road, and 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, hear their engines roarin' on

When you get to the porch, they are gone on the wind

So, Mary, climb in, it's a town full of losers

We're pullin' out of here to win