“Storms”
By: Steve Everett
Verse 1
Well I gotta do better than I ever have ever
Bet small when it’s early on
But my head starts spinnin’ when a woman gets in it
Bleeds me dry and then she’s gone
Chorus
Oh I’m a fool for love and you’re a mean-hearted woman
& I’ve been down on my luck so long
You’re makin’ storms look better
Than alone and in good weather
& I’m afraid that I can’t say no
So I need you to let me go
Verse 2
I got a big brother and a very good mother
My daddy sings it just like me
And I’m ashamed to say that if it meant you’d walk away
I’d probably trade ‘em in all three
Bridge
There ain’t a good way to say stay away
I don’t wanna waste another day
Under your spell or in your hell
I’m over it