Craig and David Having Fun With Thunder Road, Bruce Springsteen, The Wedding Tapes.
THUNDER ROAD 
[Spoken:] “Thunder Road”, alright? [cheers]. Alright. Let me get to it.
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
That’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again
I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t you 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 little faith, there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright
Well 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 saviour to rise from these streets
I’m no hero, that’s understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, ‘s 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
The night’s bustin’ 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 oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
I know it’s late but we can make it if we run
Oh-oh oh Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
Car’s out back if you’re ready to take that long long walk
Your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free
I know you’re lonely, those words that I ain’t spoken
Tonight we’ll be free, all promises will be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road in 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
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
This town full of losers and we’re pulling outta here to win
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
That’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again
I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t you 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 little faith, there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright
Well 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 saviour to rise from these streets
I’m no hero, that’s understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, ‘s 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
The night’s bustin’ 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 oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
I know it’s late but we can make it if we run
Oh-oh oh Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
Car’s out back if you’re ready to take that long long walk
Your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free
I know you’re lonely, those words that I ain’t spoken
Tonight we’ll be free, all promises will be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road in 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
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
This town full of losers and we’re pulling outta here to win
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