We're like thunder in the rain You're fire, I'm lightning We're burning at the core Girl we're a perfect storm Every time our hearts collide I can feel our love come alive It's the same, baby Hear the rumble in your chest Feel the wind coming off your

Your sudden death from above While alone and left abandoned With the sentence you've been handed All your angels will ignore you As your life flashes before you Even still you keep on fighting Through the thunder and the lightning And now Heaven sends

She's coming around the bend She's holding lightning in both hands She's like rain when she rolls in But that sunshine in her thunder Makes the loneliest heart wonder If the ride is worth the pain Might not be stone clouds inside Oh but don't you worry

She's coming around the bend She's holding lightning in both hands She's like rain when she rolls in But that sunshine in her thunder Makes the loneliest heart wonder If the ride is worth the pain Might not be stone clouds inside Oh but don't you worry

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more

Baby without warning Had my heart stormin' The moon went hiding Stars quit shining Rain was dropping Thunder 'n lightning You wrecked my whole world when you came And hit me like a hurricane You hit me like a hurricane

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more

Crack of the lightning splitting the ground Thunder is sounding, artillery pounding Wrath of the Nazi's cast on Bastogne Facing their forces alone Alone, alone Sent from the skies jumped into the unknown The march to Berlin has begun Spearhead the charge