Verse Storms never last do they baby Bad times will pass with the winds Your hand in mine steals the thunder And you'd make 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 brewing now won't be the last Verse Cause storms never last do they baby Bad times will pass with the winds Your hand in mine steals the thunder And you'd make 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 brewing now won't be the last repeat #1 Tag And you'd make the sun want to shine