“One of my most requested cover tunes. Like everyone else who bought it, my first copy of BORN TO RUN was worn down to a vinyl puddle and this tune was one of the main reasons. I remember waiting in line at Sunrise Records in Thornhill Square to buy the epic Springsteen LIVE box set in 1985, and when I heard the acoustic version of Thunder Road, I knew I had to try to make that work on the piano. A nod to The Boss for the lifetime of inspiration.”

A 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, 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 your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying 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 busting 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
Climb in back, heaven’s waiting down on the tracks

Oh-oh, come take my hand
We’re riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh, Thunder Road
Oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road

Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey, I know it’s late, we can make it if we run
Oh-oh, Thunder Road
Sit tight, take hold
Thunder Road

Well, I got this guitar
And I learned how to make it talk
And my car’s out back
If you’re ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride ain’t free
And I know you’re lonely for words that I ain’t spoken
Tonight we’ll be free, all the promises’ll be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes
Of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
On the skeleton frames of burned 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
When you get to the porch
They’re gone on the wind
So Mary, climb in

It’s a town full of losers
I’m pulling out of here to win

© Bruce Springsteen ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group