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