(Gary Moore)

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 is 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