Southern Storms

It feels like a summer storm is rolling in over my life

The wind brings about a change

With the rumbling outside

Light strikes across the sky

Flashes in my eyes

Riding home late tonight

Something doesn’t feel right

The forecast was bright

I dreamed of a different kind of life

I wanna run through the rain

I wanna feel free from the sting of the pain

And I wanna go home, back to my own

Back to where I was born, where the wind was only blowing

Good ole’ southern storms

Powers out in an empty house

I sit alone in the dark

Sipping on a glass of warm wine

And listening to my heart

Black belt being worn like a tie

This could be my time

Looking for a reason why

A reason not to die

The forecast was bright

I dreamed of a different kind of life

I wanna run

Through the rain

I wanna feel free

From the sting of the pain

And I wanna go home

Back to my own

Back to where I was born, where the wind was only blowing

Good ole’ southern storms

I wanna run, through the rain

I wanna feel free, from the sting of the pain

And I wanna go home, back to my own

Back to where I was born, where the wind was only blowing good ole’ southern storms