Texty: Gary Moore. Running from the Storm.

The wind is up
And the sky is falling
The thunder cracks
And the sea is rolling

Wonder if we'll ever see tomorrow
Ride with our backs to the wind
Don't know if I'll make home again

Running from the storm
Running from the storm
Running from the storm
Running from the storm

The sky is black
And the wind is howling
The lightning strikes
And the sea is raging

Wonder if we'll ever see tomorrow
Turning our ships to the sun
This time there was no place to run

Running from the storm
Running from the storm
Running from the storm
Running from the storm

Running from the storm
Running from the storm
Running from the storm
Running from the storm

Running from the storm
Running from the storm
Running from the storm
Running from the storm