The sea was up, the causeway closed, lines were down,
Not a sheet of plywood left anywhere in town
Children play close to home, birds fly by like ghosts
We’re drinking in a rental house one mile down the coast

The wind is blowing cooler now by ten degrees
Blowing ninety miles an hour it said on the TV
Tide comes in, gutters flow, the sea runs flat
We can hear the rafters groan, and trees begin to snap

Maybe it’s just luck, there’s nothing else to blame
Always seems to turn out just about the same
There’s no way to excuse it, no way to explain
Standing here drunk in a hurricane

Laurie shivers, turns to me, a smile is on her lips
“I’m feeling no pain”, she says and takes another hit.
“I hope that we don’t go to sleep and wake up dead.”
When she passed out I stepped outside, left her in the bed.

Maybe it’s bad luck, still I can never win
Always seems to turn out bad time and time again
There’s no way to excuse it, no one else to blame
Standing here stoned in a hurricane.

Maybe it’s just luck, there’s nothing else to blame
Always seems to turn out just about the same
There’s no way to excuse it, no way to explain
Standing alone in a hurricane.