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 ain't 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 on down the tracks
Oh oh, come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh 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 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
But 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 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
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines rolling on
But 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

Cowboy Junkies are an alternative country and folk rock band formed in Toronto, Ontario, Canada in 1985 by Alan Anton (bassist), Michael Timmins (songwriter, guitarist), Peter Timmins (drummer) and Margo Timmins (vocalist). The three Timminses are siblings, and Anton worked with Michael Timmins during their first couple of bands. John Timmins was a member of the band but left the group before the recording of their debut studio album. The band line-up has never changed since, although they use several guest musicians on many of their studio albums, including multi-instrumentalist Jeff Bird who has performed on every album except the first.
Cowboy Junkies' 1986 debut studio album, produced by Canadian producer Peter Moore, was the blues-inspired Whites Off Earth Now!!, recorded in the family garage using a single ambisonic microphone.
The band gained wide recognition with their second studio album, The Trinity Session (1988), recorded in 1987 at Toronto's Church of the Holy Trinity. Their sound, again with Peter Moore using the ambisonic microphone, and their mix of blues, country, folk, rock and jazz earned them both critical attention and a strong fan base. The Los Angeles Times named the recording one of the 10 best albums of 1988.
Cowboy Junkies have gone on to record 16 studio albums and five live albums, with tour dates booked into 2024.
Covers provide an opportunity for us to see lyrics, melodies, or harmonic constructions through a different set of eyes/ears/instruments. For example, the Junkies convey the original's urgency and energy in their typically understated way. I really like how they mimic the E Street sax work with a Cowboy harmonica.
I just listened to yours —-have you heard the one i'm talking about?
If you want to listen to an acoustic version of this song, you can find one on Bruce's "Live/1975-85" album. Now that version, Yes, a solid 10. But not this one
And those of you who said yes, don't you at least want to make out with Margot or her brother?
Margot maybe, not her brother.
My feeling about this cover specifically is that it makes me want to turn my radio temporarily off...which I did. Conversely, if the Boss' version had come on, I'd have turned it up.
JMO
Musta used ear bleach and forgotten that I'd heard it. Wish it'd stay'd that way.
At least it would be a different take than the original.
Covers provide an opportunity for us to see lyrics, melodies, or harmonic constructions through a different set of eyes/ears/instruments. For example, the Junkies convey the original's urgency and energy in their typically understated way. I really like how they mimic the E Street sax work with a Cowboy harmonica.
Yo. Saved me some typing.
As much as I don't want to agree, I do agree. Alas...
I agree. This is terrible. She sings it like a "Junkie". You are not supposed to "nod" out while singing an epic anthem, Margot?