Storms never last, do they, baby?
Bad times all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
You make the sun want to shine

Oh, I followed you down so many roads, baby
I picked wildflowers and sang you soft sad songs
And every road we took, God knows our search was for the truth
And the storm brewing now won't be the last

Storms never last, do they, baby?
Bad times all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And you make the sun want to shine

Storms never last, do they, baby?
Bad times all pass with the wind
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And you make the sun want to shine
You make the sun want to shine