"3:30 in the mornin' not a soul sight The city's lookin' like ghost town on moonless summer night Raindrops windshield there's storm movin' He's headin' back from somewhere that he never should have been And thunder rolls Every light is burnin' house across She's pacin' by telephone her faded flannel gown Askin' for miracle hopin' she's right Prayin' it's weather that's kept him out all Oh and Thunder lightnin' strikes Another love grows cold On sleepless As blows on of control Deep heart waitin' window when pulls into drive She rushes to hold him thankful he's alive But wind rain strange perfume flashes eyes knows she rolls"