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