Post by Ashley on May 20, 2006 23:53:38 GMT 2
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
The soft glow of a candle was the only light on Murray street. Melissa had been waiting six hours for her husband to return home from his job ten miles away in Millfield. Usually she wouldn't wait so long for him, but she really didn't trust him since he had gotten that new secretary last week. Ms. Andrea Ligley was a beautiful blonde who looked more like a super-model than a small town secretary. Melissa was bad looking herself, just not twenty anymore. She watched out the window with the candle flickering in the reflection; the power had gone out several hours ago due to the storm. Reason two to wait up for him.
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Greg Plowter drove his red chevy pick up truck down all the back roads, rushing home so as not to worry his wife, though if he thought about it he had just provided all the reasons for her to worry. Greg and Melissa had been married ten years so far and he had been faithful for the first eight but lately, Melissa just wasn't the same. He had gone off seeking the woman he fell in love with and had found her in his new secretary, Ms. Andrea Ligley who had been transferred from another town "across the way". His pick up hit hole after hole on the worn back road but he couldn't afford to slow down He couldn't afford Mel's temper.
Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Melissa abondoned her seat by the window to get another cup of cofee, her twelfth cup of the night.She fixed it the way Greg would; three quarters coffee, one quarter milk, three teaspoons sugar. She set the mug by the telephone table in the front hall and paced between the window and the edoor, walking quietly and listening hard for any sign of the truck pulling up the drive.
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Eight roads away from Murray Drive, Greg was idling at a stop sign; a pointless stop seeing as everyone else in town was already asleep, awaiting the blinding light that would signal either the end of the storm or morning. As he pulled out into the intersection, he vaugely wondered how long ago he was supposed to be home and how long ago Melissa had gone to bed.
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
As the storm raged above, Melissa busied herself cleaning. There wasn't much left to clean, considering she had been doing the same thing for hours. However, she did manage to find an old pair of high heels in the basement to shine and a ripped sweater to mend. She returned to the chair by the window, noticing that maybe afterwards she could rearrange the furniture in the living room and front hall. She moved the couch closer to the hallway, the airchair near the kitchen and as she wiped the sweat from her brow, she saw headlights in the distance.
She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
Greg saw the road sign marking his road and turned, momentarily hydroplaning on the flooded road.He swerved and hit the brake. When the truck stopped he threw open the door and jumped out onto the ground. His disoriented body couldn't handle his weight and he collapsed onto his knees, hitting rock.
Melissa watched her husband make a wild turn into the driveway, saw him stumble out and collapse. She raced out the door to help him inside. The wind was blowing fiercely. It was no wonder the truck had been swept off the road. Melissa ran to Greg, offering out her hand to help pull him to his feet. Greg pushed himself off the ground roughly, ignoring Melissa's hand.
" I don't need your help." he said gruffly over the wind.
"What the hell is your problem?" Melissa asked, firing up. " I wait up for you for six fricken hours and when you come home, you're the one pissed off?!" Greg glared at her.
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
"I'm not a little kid, Mel. And you're not my mom." Greg replied. "So it's not my fault you waited up for me."
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
Melissa merely stood there, looking smacked in the face. "Did you sleep with her?" she finally asked, shouting over the wind.
"I love her." Greg replied. Melissa nodded, as if she had known all along. Greg just stood there, wearing a half smile.
"More than me?" she asked, tearing her eyes off the rock on the ground she had been concentrating on to look up at him, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. Greg didn't answer.
"Way more." he answered finally. Mel ran to the house.
She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
"He won't do this again"
Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been
Like it?
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
The soft glow of a candle was the only light on Murray street. Melissa had been waiting six hours for her husband to return home from his job ten miles away in Millfield. Usually she wouldn't wait so long for him, but she really didn't trust him since he had gotten that new secretary last week. Ms. Andrea Ligley was a beautiful blonde who looked more like a super-model than a small town secretary. Melissa was bad looking herself, just not twenty anymore. She watched out the window with the candle flickering in the reflection; the power had gone out several hours ago due to the storm. Reason two to wait up for him.
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Greg Plowter drove his red chevy pick up truck down all the back roads, rushing home so as not to worry his wife, though if he thought about it he had just provided all the reasons for her to worry. Greg and Melissa had been married ten years so far and he had been faithful for the first eight but lately, Melissa just wasn't the same. He had gone off seeking the woman he fell in love with and had found her in his new secretary, Ms. Andrea Ligley who had been transferred from another town "across the way". His pick up hit hole after hole on the worn back road but he couldn't afford to slow down He couldn't afford Mel's temper.
Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Melissa abondoned her seat by the window to get another cup of cofee, her twelfth cup of the night.She fixed it the way Greg would; three quarters coffee, one quarter milk, three teaspoons sugar. She set the mug by the telephone table in the front hall and paced between the window and the edoor, walking quietly and listening hard for any sign of the truck pulling up the drive.
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
Eight roads away from Murray Drive, Greg was idling at a stop sign; a pointless stop seeing as everyone else in town was already asleep, awaiting the blinding light that would signal either the end of the storm or morning. As he pulled out into the intersection, he vaugely wondered how long ago he was supposed to be home and how long ago Melissa had gone to bed.
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
As the storm raged above, Melissa busied herself cleaning. There wasn't much left to clean, considering she had been doing the same thing for hours. However, she did manage to find an old pair of high heels in the basement to shine and a ripped sweater to mend. She returned to the chair by the window, noticing that maybe afterwards she could rearrange the furniture in the living room and front hall. She moved the couch closer to the hallway, the airchair near the kitchen and as she wiped the sweat from her brow, she saw headlights in the distance.
She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
Greg saw the road sign marking his road and turned, momentarily hydroplaning on the flooded road.He swerved and hit the brake. When the truck stopped he threw open the door and jumped out onto the ground. His disoriented body couldn't handle his weight and he collapsed onto his knees, hitting rock.
Melissa watched her husband make a wild turn into the driveway, saw him stumble out and collapse. She raced out the door to help him inside. The wind was blowing fiercely. It was no wonder the truck had been swept off the road. Melissa ran to Greg, offering out her hand to help pull him to his feet. Greg pushed himself off the ground roughly, ignoring Melissa's hand.
" I don't need your help." he said gruffly over the wind.
"What the hell is your problem?" Melissa asked, firing up. " I wait up for you for six fricken hours and when you come home, you're the one pissed off?!" Greg glared at her.
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls
"I'm not a little kid, Mel. And you're not my mom." Greg replied. "So it's not my fault you waited up for me."
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
Melissa merely stood there, looking smacked in the face. "Did you sleep with her?" she finally asked, shouting over the wind.
"I love her." Greg replied. Melissa nodded, as if she had known all along. Greg just stood there, wearing a half smile.
"More than me?" she asked, tearing her eyes off the rock on the ground she had been concentrating on to look up at him, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. Greg didn't answer.
"Way more." he answered finally. Mel ran to the house.
She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
"He won't do this again"
Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been
Like it?