Storms never last, do they, babe?
Bad times all pass with the winds
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And you make the sun want to shine
I followed you down so many roads, baby
I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs
And every road you took I know your search was for the truth
And the clouds brewin' now won't be the last
Storms never last, do they, babe?
Bad times all pass with the winds
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And your love makes the sun want to shine
Hmm hmm hmm
Storms never last, do they, babe?
Bad times all pass with the winds
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And You make the sun want to shine
