[Chorus]
Storms never last do they baby
Bad times all pa** with the wind
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And you make the sun want to shine
[Verse]
You followed me down so many roads baby
I've picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs
And every road we took God knows
Our search was for the truth
And the storms brewing now won't be the last
[Chorus][x2]