The Promise
Johnny works in a factory
Billy works downtown
Terry works in a rock and roll band
Looking for that million dollar sound
I got a job down in Darlington
Some nights I don't go
Some nights I go to the drive-in
Some nights I stay home
I followed that dream
Just like those guys do way up on the screen
Drove my Challenger down Route 9
Through the dead ends and all the bad scenes
The promise was broken
Cashed in a few of my dreams
Well I built that Challenger by myself
But I needed money and so I sold it
Lived a secret I should've kept to myself
But I got drunk one night and I told it
All my life, I fought that fight
The fight that you can't win
Every day it just gets harder to live
The dream you're believing in
Thunder Road, baby, you were so right
Thunder Road, something dying down on the highway tonight
Well I won big once and I hit the coast
Yeah, but I paid the cost
Inside I felt like I was carrying the broken spirits
Of all the other ones who lost
The promise is broken, you go on living
It steals something from down in your soul
When the truth is spoken, it don't make no difference
Something in your heart goes cold
I followed that dream through the southwestern tracks
That dead ends in the two-bit bars
The promise was broken, I was far away from home
Sleeping in the back seat of a borrowed car
Thunder Road is for the lost lovers and all the fixed games
Thunder Road is for the tires rushing by in the rain
Thunder Road me and Billy we'd always sing
Thunder Road, take it all and throw it all away
Похожие новости.
Can’t Fall Down
I'm at the point of almost breaking now I've knocked on every door in this cold town (Yeah) The higher you go the harder you fall If I wanna be safe then I just
The Memory Of A Free Festival
Maybe I should announce it, should I Memory of a free festival The Children of the summer's end Gathered in the dampened grass We played Our songs and felt the London sky Resting on our
Облака
Среди белых облаков я, как птица, лечу. Захочу спиной, а захочу - на боку. Я словно самолёт, но только где же мой курс? Облака, как пыль, по зелёному зрачку. Жаль, но облаков бы я
Big Generator
(Trevor Rabin/Tony Kaye/Jon Anderson/Chris Squire/Alan White) verse 1 Such a strange pre-occupation Such a strange peculiar breed How it's shining in its armour Made of gold and made of steel It can strike a chord inside
Лишь До Утра
Дождь в ноябре, Словно небо в слезах.. Я живу, как во сне, Снова вижу тебя. Имя твоё На губах замерло, Далеко-далеко Я прощаюсь с тобой.. [Припев] Лишь до утра.. (а-а-а) До утра.. Я коснусь тебя.. Лишь до утра.. (а-а-а) До утра.. Снова
