| Standing in the foyer of the grand hotel,
|
| Suitcase in his hand looking for a bill,
|
| There’s a hurricane coming and everyone’s trying to get away;Time of the season,
|
| time of the year,
|
| The weather reporter from miami is clear,
|
| «find a save place to hide,"there's no place here;And then the lights go down,
|
| In that caribbean town,
|
| And the fishing boats that go out from the coast,
|
| Are tied up and dry, yeah yeah yeah, Suddenly there’s a movement to the
|
| telephone,
|
| But nobody’s calling home tonight,
|
| They’ve taken out the very last flight,
|
| And they close down the borderline,'cos there ain’t nowhere to hide,
|
| Waiting for the hurricane,
|
| There is nowhere here to hide,
|
| Waiting for the hurricane,
|
| Oh there is nowhere you can hide,
|
| Waiting for the hurricane, no no no no… Staring out the window of the grand
|
| hotel,
|
| The sea was roaring, i remember well,
|
| And then the honeymoon bride began to cry, But as the band played on,
|
| Some old love song,
|
| Well he held her hand,
|
| Gave her to understand,
|
| It’ll be alright, yeah yeah yeah, Suddenly there’s a movement to the radio,
|
| But nobody’s getting home tonight,
|
| They’ve taken out the very last flight,
|
| And they closed down the borderline,'cos there ain’t nowhere to hide,
|
| Waiting for the hurricane,
|
| There is nowhere here to hide,
|
| Waiting for the hurricane,
|
| Oh there is nowhere you can hide,
|
| Waiting for the hurricane,
|
| Oh there is nowhere you can hide,
|
| Waiting for the hurricane,
|
| Oh oh, waiting for the hurricane,
|
| Oh oh, waiting for the hurricane,
|
| No no no no… |