Waiting for the Hurricane

Waiting for the Hurricane - Chris De Burgh (克里斯·蒂伯)

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

'Cause 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

'Cause 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

No no no no

There is nowhere you can hide

Waiting for the hurricane