Written by dan peek, ©1977
Found on harbor.
Sailin’ down the coast of mexico
With a person i loved since long ago
Into a place nobody wants to go
Into a hurricane
Whoa, hurricane
Some’ll be taken
Some’ll remain
Heard people screamin’ and the sky was torn
I looked around and the faces were so forlorn
No relief, only scorn
In a hurricane
In a hurricane
Some’ll be taken
Some’ll remain
Hurricane’s just another name
For the torment in a man’s soul
His mind is gone
And he starts to lose control
In a hurricane
Oh, the hurricane
Some’ll be taken
Some’ll remain
How long will the wind blow?
How long will the wind blow?
Everybody talks; nobody really knows
How long will the wind blow?
How long will the wind blow?
Shoo-ba-ree-ba, shoo-ba-ree-ba
Nobody knows
How long will the wind blow?
How long will the wind blow?
Everybody talks; nobody really knows
How long will the wind blow?
How long will the wind blow?
Shoo-ba-ree-ba, shoo-ba-ree-ba …