Running from the Storm

<br>(Gary Moore) <br>The wind is up, <br>and the sky is falling. <br>The thunder cracks, <br>and the sea is rolling. <br><br>Wonder if we`ll ever see tomorrow. <br>Ride with our backs to the wind, <br>don`t know if I`ll make home again. <br><br>Running from the storm. <br>Running from the storm. <br>Running from the storm. <br>Running from the storm. <br><br>The sky is black, <br>and the wind is howling. <br>The lightning strikes, <br>and the sea is raging. <br><br>Wonder if we`ll ever see tomorrow. <br>Turning our ships to the sun, <br>this time there is no place to run. <br><br>Running from the storm. <br>Running from the storm. <br>Running from the storm. <br>Running from the storm. <br><br>Running from the storm. <br>Running from the storm. <br>Running from the storm. <br>Running from the storm. <br><br>Running from the storm. <br>Running from the storm. <br>Running from the storm. <br>Running from the storm.