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Thunder Road
Rock
Thunder Road was released on April 20, 2009 by David Bryce as a part of the album Gotcha Covered
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Release DateApril 20, 2009
LabelDavid Bryce
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM128

Credits

Lyrics

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 on again
I just can't face myself alone again anymore
Don't run 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 the covers and study your pain
Make crosses of your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summers waiting in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well I ain't no hero that's understood
All the redemption I can offer girl
Is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it work somehow
Said what else could we do now
Except roll down the windows and let the wind blow back your hair
Oh 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
Climbing back
Everyone's waiting out on the track
Oh come take my hand
We're riding up tonight to case the promised land
Oh Thunder Road
Oh Thunder Road
Oh Thunder Road
Light up there like a killer in the sun
I know it's late and we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road
Sit tight, take hold
Thunder Road
Well I've got this piano and I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From the front porch to my back seat
The door's open but the ride ain't free
And I know you're waiting for words that I ain't spoken
But 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 streets
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before the dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind
So baby climb in
It's a town for losers
And we're pulling out of here to win
Written by: Bruce Springsteen
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