November 4, 2009

  • The screen door slams…
    Mary's dress sways…

    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 home again –
    I just can't face myself alone again…
    Don't run back inside, darlin',
    You know just what I'm here for
    So you're scared
    And you're 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 your covers and study your pain
    Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
    Waist your summer prayin' in vain
    For a savior to rise from these streets
    Well, now, I'm no hero – that's understood
    All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
    With a chance to make it good, somehow
    Hey – what else – can we – do now?
    Except – roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair…
    Well, the night's bustin' open
    These two lanes will take us aaa-nnnny-where
    We got one last chance to make it real
    To trade in these wings-on-some-wheels
    Climb in back
    Heaven's waiting down on the track…

    Oh, oh, come take my hand
    We're riding out tonight – to case the Promised Land
    Oh oh, oh
    Oh, Thunder Road!
    Oh, Thunder Road!
    Oh, Thunder Road!
    Lying out there, like a killer in the sun!
    Hell, I know it's late – we can make it if we run!
    Ooh…
    Oh oh, oh, oh Thunder Road
    Hang tight! Take hold!
    Thunder Road!

    Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk…
    Yeah, my car is out back, if you're ready to take
    That lo-ooo-ong walk
    From your front porch to my front seat
    The door's open – but the ride, it ain't free
    Now, I know you're lonely 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 hunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames
    Of burnt out Chevrolets
    They scream your name at night in the street
    Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
    And in the lonely cool before dawn –
    You hear their engines roaring on
    But when you get to the porch, they're gone on the wind…
    So, Mary, climb in:

    It's a town full of losers
    We're pulling out of here to wiiiiiin

     

     

    I think I most definitely will need to do a Born to Run album review soon.