Three thirty in the morning, nNot a soul in sight, nThe city's lookin' like a ghost townnOn a moonless summer night. nRaindrops on the windshield, nThere's a storm moving in. nShe's headin' back from somewherenThat she never should have been. nAnd the thunder rolls. nAnd the thunder rolls. nnEvery light is burnin' nIn a house across town. nShe's pacin' by the telephonenIn her faded flannel gown. nAskin' for a miracle, nHopin' she's not right, nPrayin' it's the weathernThat's kept him out all night.nAnd the thunder rolls. nAnd the thunder rolls. nnThe thunder rollsnAnd the lightnin' strikes.nAnother love grows cold nOn a sleepless night, nAs the storm blows on nOut of control nDeep in her heart nThe thunder rolls. nnShe's waitin' by the window nWhen she pulls into the drive nShe rushes out to hold her nThankful she's alive nThrough all the wind and rainnA strange new perfume blows nAnd the lightnin' flashes in her eyesnAnd she knows that she knows nAnd the thunder rolls nAnd the thunder rolls nnThe thunder rollsnAnd the lightnin' strikes.nAnother love grows cold nOn a sleepless night, nAs the storm blows on nOut of control nDeep in her heart nThe thunder rolls.nnShe runs back down the hallwaynAnd through the bedroom doornShe reaches for the pistol nkept in her dresser drawernTells the lady in the mirrornShe won't do this againnBecause tonight will be the last time nShe'll wonder where she's beennnThe thunder rollsnAnd the lightnin' strikes.nAnother love grows cold nOn a sleepless night, nAs the storm blows on nOut of control nDeep in her heart nThe thunder rolls.