The Thunder Rolls

Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night

Kouga's been gone for hours and hasn't called home to tell his wife, Kagome, where he was.

Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
The thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

He gets in his car and drives home in the rain, praying' that she doesn't know.

Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown

Kagome's been pacin' back and forth in the living room waiting for him to call.


Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
The thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

She's hoping' it's the weather that's kept him away for so long. It's the third night this week its happened.

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

She's waiting by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive

She walks to the window just to see him polling into the driveway. She runs out without a second thought and hugs him.


But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightning flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
The thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

She buried her face into his jacket and smells a strange perfume. She pulls away from him and looks into his eyes searching for and answer hoping' she's not right. After a while of searching' for answers he knows she knows and shacks his head.

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

She runs back down the hallway
And through the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer

She lets go of him and runs into the house and to their bedroom and grabs the pistol.

Tells the lady in mirror
He won't do this again
'Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been

She walks by the mirror and looks at her tear stained face and tells herself its for the better, and then runs back to him. Pistol in hand.

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold, darlin'
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls