Legend by Pocket Full Of Rocks
Dark as night, cold and lonely,
Rides the horse that's known as only Thunder Road.
Icy fingers hold the reins
While hoofs come poundin' so insanely on and on
Eyes that dance like burnin' embers
All the county still remembers who you are.
Did she love you like they say?
And did she really run away ond leave you here?
Ride the wind
Tonight you'll find her there
No more racin'
With the damp night air
Down the road to Whitman's Crossing,
Underneath the Widow's blossoms soft and green
Covered by the crimson shawl,
Hidden by the leaves that fall down to the ground
Midnight comes and midnight goes,
Inbetween the moonlight shadows veiled in tears.