(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