(Originally by Bruce Springsteen)

Well, the screen door slams, Mary's dress waves.
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays.
Roy Orbison is singing for the lonely;
Hey, that's me, I want you only.
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again.

So don't you run back inside, darling, because you know just what I'm here for,
And you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we're not that young anymore.
Well, show a little faith, because there's magic in the night.
You ain't a beauty, but hey, you're alright,
And that's alright with me.

Now you can hide beneath the covers and study your pain,
Make crosses from your lovers and throw roses in the rain,
And you can waste your summers praying in vain
For a saviour to rise from these streets.
Oh, I'm no hero, and that's understood;
All the redemption I can offer is beneath this dirty hood.
We've got 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 our hair?
This night's busted open, and these two lanes can take us anywhere.
We got one last chance to make it real,
To trade in these wings on some wheels.
Climb in back, darling, now heaven is waiting down on the tracks.

So, oh, come take my hand,
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land.
Oh Thunder Road.

Well it's lying out there like a killer in the sun,
And I know that 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,
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long, 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 things that I haven't spoken,
But tonight we'll be free, all the promises will be broken.

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys that you sent away,
They haunt these dusty beach roads in the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets,
And they scream your name at night in the street,
The graduation gown lies in rags at their feet.
And in the lonely cold before dawn
You hear the engines roaring on,
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind,
So Mary climb in.
This is a town full of losers, and we're pulling out of here to win.