Storms Behind the Breeze - Colosseum

A time to go, a time to stay

A time for work, a time for play

A time to run, a time to stand and fight

The heat of day an the cool of night

I see the look in your eyes

That says we’re way past our time

I should’ve seen it comin' - maybe

The time to loosen our ties

Don’t wanna stand in your way

I’m sure we’ll meet up some day

We can look back on god times

Of golden days past

Those memories will last

We don’t feel storms behind the breeze

We can’t see wood for the trees

The stars that shine in the sky

Won’t warn us that love can just die

Won’t warn us that love can just die