4 acessos
(Chorus)
Storms never last do they baby,
Bad times all pass with the wind,
Your hand in mine stills the thunder
And your love makes 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 storm that's brewing now won't be the last.
(Repeat Chorus)