And I guess that's why they call it the blues Time on my hands could be time spent with you Laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you

From desert plains I bring you love Full moon is rising The sky is black I need your call I'm coming back The road is straight cast Wind's in my eyes The engine roars between my thighs Wild mountain thunder Echoes my quest

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more

(Oh) the thunder, Hell or Glory I don't want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!" Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall But darling, it don't match your eyes I'm tellin' you You don't need that guy It's so black and white He's stealin' your thunder Baby, blue ain't your color Blue looks good on the sky

Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally You are the thunder and I am the lightning It comes naturally And I love the way you know who you are And to me it's exciting When you know it's meant to be When you're with me, baby Bay bay bay baby And it

I need to repent A sin for a sin Fire and brimstone Dirt and a headstone Hear the thunder Six feet under Hit your knees Wont do it again I remember vividly what that vision did to me

Protector of mankind Rise to meet your fate Twilight of the thunder god Ragnarök awaits Thor Odin's son Your destiny awaits Thor Hlôdyn's son There comes Fenris' twin His jaws are open wide

Leather rebel Hero of the night Blood and thunder Rushing through me Till the dawn of light The sky is turning red Like a renegade All alone I walk through fire Till I crash and blaze

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,