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 ...