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

Oh, I followed you down so many roads, baby
I 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

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

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

Storms never last, do they, baby?